Procrastinator’s lament

art of procrastinationIn my other life, I was an efficient and organized office manager. Even though my life was falling apart at a rapid rate, I was still able to function as a productive adult for about 15 years. Since I stopped working, about 25 years ago, my organizational skills flew out the window.

Using a 4-color (plus pencil) pen, I make lists, and my lists have sub-lists. I also use two different apps for lists, I have four calendars, and there are numerous sticky notes adorning my lists and calendars. I even have an item on my task list that says “Make schedule.” I once read that if I make a schedule as if I were at work, I would get more accomplished. Hah!

I used to be able to blame it on my kids – you know those phone calls “I forgot my homework/lunch/sweater, etc.” But then they didn’t need me any more. Now what? The cats, it’s the cats’ fault. They stare at me through the window wanting to be let in, they sit at the door wanting to be let out. They barf, they bring in “gifts” I need to clean up, they require feeding, and of course they force me to stop what I’m doing and pet them until they’ve had enough.

Then I discovered “creative or therapeutic” procrastination through my art and jewelry. And lets not forget bread baking, blogging, blogs to read, news to read, and the evil of all evils-social media. Sometimes I blame it on depression, which is actually true in some cases, but I really can’t use that excuse all the time. I’d also like to blame it on ECT and say I have a Swiss cheese brain so I can’t really be organized. But wait, isn’t that what the lists are for?

There are so many books, websites, and productivity apps that are supposed to make my life easier, but then I have to find time on my as-yet-to-be-completed schedule to implement these tools or read these books. Meanwhile, I sit here typing in my pajamas with one cat sitting on the table staring at me, and one cat sitting outside the window next to me staring at me, dirty dishes, a bread starter that needs to be fed, a house that needs cleaning, laundry that needs to be put away…oh wait, Messenger just beeped at me…

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