It's taken me a little while to get around to writing this post, which is slightly ironic, as you'll see. As I mentioned, I've chosen a word, a theme really, to focus on throughout the year. My word is not in the dictionary as I've made it up, but somehow I think you'll understand. It's 'unprocrastinate'. This single word resonates for me deeply, and perhaps it will for some of you, too. Or is it just me? The dictionary is pretty clear about procrastination:
-verb (used without object)
1. to defer action; delay: to procrastinate until an opportunity is lost.
-verb (used with object)
2. to put off till another day or time; defer; delay.
In a nutshell, procrastination stops you really living. I am forever putting off things I don't particularly want to do right now, leaving them to the very last minute when the threat of a deadline spurs me into action (usually work related things, but not always). So I get there in the end (often after several very late nights and a lack of sleep). But those moments faffing about and not getting on with whatever needs doing, are times wasted. Those times when I put something off because I know I'd rather knit/read/walk/make something/cook etc....well, even when I sit down and do what I think I'd rather be doing....it's not one hundred percent joyful because there's this little voice nagging away at me saying I should prioritise the essentials, and then, and only then, will I truly relax.
So there you have it. Does anyone have any tips? How do you organise your time? Do you make lists? (I'm better when I make lists, it gives me focus). How do you make yourself do the necessary things, when you'd rather be doing something else? I think it's also fair to say that I'm also very good at putting off things even when I do want to do them. Like making christmas presents, or participating in a swap.....
Still, I'm aiming to really make some changes this year - to take action, rather than defer action.
(In a roundabout way, life gave me a very strong lesson this week. After several days of increasingly strong chest pain, I ended up in casualty. I faffed around before going in, and of course the more I faffed, the more anxious I became. I even vacuumed the house and did the washing-up, just in case I was admitted, and needed to call on a neighbour to see to Walter! Anyway, I was making up all sorts of extreme stories in my head about the ghastly fate that was about to become me, when a very loud voice pops up and says "hang on a minute, I want to LIVE, I have so many more things I want to do with my life". As it happens, I have not had a cardiac event (as the hospital called it) but have something called costochondritis. I was pleased to be told it tends to occur in fit, active people!)
So really, two words spring to mind: rocket and arse.