Blog #3 procrastination
I am keen, astute, and
keen witted (at times). I have strength within myself that the average person
would kill for. I have accomplished so much in my life and yet there is one
thing that has always triumphed over me. Procrastination (you little minx) has
crossed my path countless times. Even as I write this my heart starts to thump
and my hands start to shake at think of the pain that procrastination has
caused. The feeling is similar to being chewed up and spit out like old gum.
Over the past several
years it always seems to be the same with me and procrastination. Whether it is
writing a college paper, preparing for an interview, or sending an application I
find myself busy with procrastination until the last day or two. As far back as
I can remember procrastination’s pulchritude has had me in its grips on me and I
held out my hand out for a taste of whenever I could.
I met procrastination in
high school one day when I decided to spend the day with friends instead of
attending classes. After hitting if off there were countless days spent
together not going to class and doing other things. We lost touch but found
each other again in community college.
I spent 4 years in
community college fighting with procrastination mostly because I didn't know
what I wanted to do with my life. Finally I had enough; I told procrastination
to get the hell out of my life and pointed to the door. My life was great then.
I met someone and fell in
love. I had a baby and started a family, but when I least suspected it the overtaking
Jezebel comes knocking on my door again. Enveloped and overwhelmed by the
initial gaze I couldn't help to be taken back to years prior. Looking at the
good times and the bad I wanted to slam the door but I couldn't. Stepping into
my household procrastination entered my life again.
I laid back and stared at
the ceiling one day thinking of procrastination. Taking the ease off of my problems procrastination
made me feel good, but then came the moment that I had feared. A strong feeling
of anxiety raced down my spine. Inundated by my thoughts I wondered where the
last 6 months had gone. I knew procrastination was bad and I knew I had to get
it out of my system. Like a drug, procrastination went into went into my blood
one last time.
I awoke the following
morning after only a few hours of sleep. Blood shot eyes and a nebulousness to
my eye-sight like I had just awoken from a coma. As I stepped outside in the
early hours of the morning I went for a walk and saw the sun rise in the
distance. I thought to myself this is a moment that I will remember when I am
wrinkled and hoary. This was a new day with new opportunities for a new life.