If you arrive on time, you're late.
1. I've gotten speeding tickets because I waited until the last minute to leave and then I speeded down the highway, only to end up even later when I was stopped by a cop.
2. I've had friends lie to me about start times in an effort to get me there early or at least on time.
3. I have had dressing downs at work for showing up late.
4. Whenever my pastor talks about the church showing up on time, I know he is addressing me. (Well, and a few other members.... but I don't care about those people.)
5. I often end up paying late fees because I wait until the last minute.
I could go on and on, but I think the message here is clear.
I've called myself a procrastinator for years, yet I have not done anything to change my pattern - even when it has meant me getting in trouble for it or having to pay a penalty for it.
I want to change, but maybe I don't because I'm not doing anything different to make a difference.
There is a saying that if you arrive on time, you're late. That means that if a play starts at 8 p.m., arriving there at 8 p.m. means your walk in after the curtain has gone up.
I can't even use that old "CP" time theory. Even those of none-European decent are earlier and quicker than I am.
I should be in Illinois by now, yet I'm still sitting in my same seat in North Carolina. I want to move, yet I am half-heartedly about that decision. I love my mother and I would love for her to live with me.
Yet, I don't want to live in such a cold climate where I fear that some of the reactions from my family will be just as cold. Shoot, it will be cold, judgmental and negative. I really don't want to live in such an environment.
But that's my reason for not getting off my butt to move to Illinois sooner. But why am I such a procrastinator in so many other areas of my life?
posted by Cynthia @ 9:13 AM
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