Procrastination

She finally said it last week: "You're a damn procrastinator!" Like I didn't know that. Why now, thought I..after all this time, does she finally choose to reveal to me this great insight into the only flaw in my character? "At least before (you retired) you had an excuse not to get things done. Now there's no reason for it!"

Busted! Of course She's correct. I have elevated putting things off to a fine art. I even manage to forget about many of these tasks but this results in free floating anxiety that is even more disturbing than the idea of completing the things I have suppressed from my consciousness. For instance, I know I'm supposed to call the car dealership for scheduled maintenance, but somehow I have managed not to do this for three months. One of these days the SERVICE NOW light will appear and I'll have to scramble to get the car in before I'm discovered. I guess I should confess that last year, on my way to work, the light did go on just as I turned the corner 3 blocks from our house, and the engine did seize and cough to a stop, and I had burnt out the engine. That's why we bought this new car which needs to be serviced. I'm gonna do it..I will. Of course not today since it's Christmas and the dealership's not open. I will get to it, though. I promise.

Just found this Self Test on procrastination for those who are willing to give it a go. Silly, though, since most afflicted individuals are painfully aware of their problem. I think I'll take it a little later. One of these days I hope to transform myself into a Structured Procrastinator, but not now.

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