I’ve never been a timely person. Well, let me try to rephrase this…
When I was younger, my mother was late to EVERYTHING. And being the easily annoyed teenage daughter that I was, this frustrated me to no end. So much so that I swore I would never be late to ANYTHING. And there are times I might arrive a few minutes late (which admittedly has happened more and more frequently lately… oh no. Am I really becoming my mother??) But for the most part, I arrive on time - or at least, when I have stated I will arrive - if not early.
But getting things done early for everything else in my life? No way Jose. This is why my home, car and desk are always a wreck. Why bills are often paid late. Why my oil gets changed at 7,000 miles instead of 5. Why thank you cards are mailed months later, if at all (thank you Emily Post for that 1 year grace period). And why this blog is so lovingly neglected time and time again. It seems I have lived 30 years of my life by the mantra: “Why do today what you can do tomorrow.” And I’m not really sure when that happened.
When I was in college - and even now in the work place - I still manage to get the “important” things done just in the knick of time. I prided myself on the age old adage “but I work best under pressure.” And although those wise professors and health gurus swear that procrastination is simply that - and not a way to solicit peak performance - it seems as though the pressure cooker of life has gotten me in a grip I can’t manage to get out of.
And I want so badly to be a organized, timely person. Oh what a dream that would be. To walk in every morning to a uncluttered desk. To drive home in a freshly vacuumed car free of random stuff strewn across the back seat and trunk. And to walk into a room with a made bed (I would like to note that I do manage to make my bed for some unknown reason) that doesn’t have clothes piled halfway to the ceiling (and I’m sure my roommate would appreciate the lack of piles of stuff in random places around our apartment). It’s like my own little fairy tale.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a messy/dirty person. I just don’t get things done. I don’t think I’m lazy… Sometimes I just don’t even think to do things. Like drop off the bag of clothes that’s been sitting in my car for over a month to Goodwill. (In fact now that I actually think about it, there’s a bag in my car AND in my room.) And I’m not entirely sure how to fix it. Because I’m certain that fixing it would make me a happier, healthier person. How do you make a procrastinator, unprocastinate? How do I make things other than people and fun my priority? And in the end, does it really matter? Afterall, I am doing other productive things… Like writing a column for our kickball league and updating facebook at least 10 times a day. That should count for something, right?