I am a major procrastinator.
I’m the queen of “I’ll do it tomorrow.”
I always pack for trips the day before I leave…and end up staying awake half the night to get it all done.
In high school, homework was not done and papers were not written until the night before.
In college, it was more like the morning of.
I once waited to get an oil change until I was 1,000 miles overdue.
I’m the girl who will pass a dozen gas stations, but wait until my tank is empty and my gas light comes on to actually stop and fuel up.
I often put off getting groceries until I have practically no food and have no choice but to finally stop at the Kroger I drive past every. single. day.
I’ve been living in Nashville for almost a year now and I still haven’t gotten a Tennessee drivers license or license plate.
If I’m honest…I can be a little lazy. (…orrrr maybe a lot lazy…) When something needs to be done, I can think of a billion other things I would rather do at the moment that don’t involve me thinking, speaking or moving. (And by a billion I mean Netflix.)
And the funniest part? I’ve even procrastinated writing a blog post about procrastination.
I sat down to start writing this a week ago, feeling really great about myself for being ahead of the game and not waiting until the last minute. But before typing a single word, I of course had to get a snack. Then I downloaded some new music to listen to while I worked. I checked all the social medias…ya know, get it out of the way so that would be one less thing I’d be tempted to do once I started writing. I went upstairs to get something, forgot what I’d gone up for, and came back down to my computer.
Focus, Chelsea, focus.
I got hungry again. I made pizza. I unloaded the dishwasher. I called my mom. I danced around the kitchen, loudly singing songs from various musicals, while waiting for water to boil so I could make tea. I took a bathroom break (though what exactly I needed a “break” from, I’m not sure). I checked social media again (I had to have missed something at this point). I remembered what I wanted upstairs, so before I could forget again, I went back up…to get nail polish so I could paint my nails. I thought about watching the two episodes I have left to finish 30 Rock, but quickly decided against it because, well, I didn’t need to get myself distracted… (HA!).
By the time that was all said and done, I had to leave for work…and that document I had opened on my computer two hours ago was still blank.
But now, here I sit, the day I’m supposed to send my post to Heather and Nina for editing, and I’m completely focused. Typing away. Zero distractions.
I don’t know what it is about the last minute that triggers an unbreakable focus that I can’t seem to find any sooner. I don’t like it. It only causes stress and usually lack of sleep. Let’s just say you start taking your time a little more seriously when you pull an (almost) all-nighter to write a paper, then sleep through your alarm and don’t make it to class to turn it in. Not a good feeling. Trust me. So I’m working on the self-discipline to prioritize better and do things in a more timely manner. Maybe I’ll get a planner or something…maybe if I “schedule” time to do specific things I’ll actually stick to it…maybe I’ll buy one on my way home from work today…
Eh, who am I kidding, I’ll do it tomorrow. 😉