Procrastination

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.