That title right there…? That is my definition of procrastination. I cannot use the words I’m thinking right now because my mum would wash my mouth with soap if she reads this. So let’s just stick with saying that procrastination is a rat. A dirty, slimy rat fresh outta the sewers. Yea right.
You see, I woke up kinda angry this morning. Angry with myself. For pushing a lot of stuff till the last minute. My birthday (yaaaaaaaay!!!) is in a few weeks and I have a feeling I won’t enjoy that day because of work. Lemme just add that my final exams start the next day and I do not even know what is in most of my notes. But then law and academic work has always been a bore. Something I do not mind pushing…
… But what of checking up on your friends and calling your mum? Washing your hair and washing your clothes? Writing your final year project? Praying and studying the bible? There. I said it. I have ignored all the above at one time or the other to sleep, or hang out or see a movie. Basically, I have picked wasting my time over using it well. A lot.
The other annoying thing is that when you procrastinate, there is a very big tendency that you will forget about that thing until it is too late. I know right? Just nod your head in agreement. What of long-term procrastination? I will read more books next year. I will learn to sew, drive or make jewellery after school. Pray do tell, whatever happened to now?
I have decided this morning to live my life in the moment. Even when that means combing out my tresses (I love that lovely word) before it becomes rock-hard hair. Or writing my assignments as they come and turning them in on time. Or learning a skill when I see someone to teach me immediately (especially for free). I have decided to NOT sleep with plans of doing the work when I wake up. No more throwing my time away.
Now, lemme schedule more posts. #doitnow