Procrastination tends to follow me - it's like stuck on me like a leech. I kick and slap myself 101 about it but make no progress is shaking it off.
Is there a thrill in pushing things to tomorrow then either bashing myself for missed opportunities, or rushing to meet deadlines yet I had all the time yesterday to get it done? I just don't get it. Indeed I'm addicted - totally hooked - to adrenaline.
Take an example of me blogging. It's been about a year since I made a note to self to start blogging. I went ahead and even created this page. But that was about it. Now it's almost 10pm - I need to be getting ready for bed but instead I'm blogging about me blogging. I'm procrastinating again - on good night's sleep.
But for a good reason.
By acknowledging my weakness and naming it, I'll work towards hitting it with all the darts I can get my hands on. I'm kicking it out for good. I'm already looking forward to the next phase.
Yes, I WILL HOLD MYSELF ACCOUNTABLE.
Tick tock tick tock.
Off to bed now.
