As I have admitted several times of the past 173 posts…I am a procrastinator! there you go, one more time for the record… I PROCRASTINATE !!!
I’m not proud of it… but hey, I’m not an axe murderer, it’s just that the more time there is to get things done the longer I leave them. I’m not scared of hard work or putting in the effort … I just tend to leave things until the death knell …repeatedly (but never seem to learn).
I know I’m not alone, and this behaviour will be familiar to many of you; but today I was thinking how completely opposite that is to my dear departed Mum. She was so organised and planned that she would have birthday card and presents bought and wrapped about a month before they were needed… (“you never know what might happen so you need to be prepared” ).… and she wasn’t even a Girl Guide !! Whereas me ?? well unless something shouts ‘BUY ME FOR… insert name here…’. then I’m very guilty of last minute shopping… BUT shopping is easily solved.
It’s things like doing the ironing as we’re getting dressed and running out the door …or finishing the painting before the guests arrive, that are slightly more problematic…. not to mention finishing this assignment.
YEP, the one that I’m writing now on another screen….(It’s not that I’m not enjoying the subject, I just keep procrastinating and finding distractions).
Today I took a couple of hours off work to get stuck into it. So far I’ve prepared dinner, cleaned the bathroom, checked the news, played my scrabble moves, posted on a forum, downloaded some photos and played with the dogs ….and NOW I’m writing to you!
But here’s the thing … I know all the tips, and would be a fabulous coach to anyone studying. I would be full of sage advice on planning and pacing oneself for the long haul … I think it’s a classic case of “physician heal thyself”…
At least my job here is done for the day ~ my daily ramble is written so it’s time to switch screens and actually get stuck into it…after all it was due a week ago! My very generous professor gave me an extension after my trip to hospital…along with the words “just get it to me when you can”…oh dear if only she knew!
Wonder Years 
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