What is it about deadlines that I must flirt with them so extensively before finally giving in to them? In two weeks plus three days I will be traipsing around Alpine Texas and not sitting in my Austin apartment, on my fiendishly stylish (and oh-so-comfortable) Humanscale Liberty office chair, that should have been listed on Craigslist quite some time ago, along with the glass-top desk upon which sits nine-year-old Norbert, the now ancient yet ever-so-loyal Dell Inspiron 9400 laptop, that shall be laid to rest any day now – just as soon as I get around to it.
Swilling wine and writing a blog post suddenly takes precedence over all the other things I should be doing now. And eating Indian food. And going for a walk to work off the Indian food and the soon-to-be-swilled wine. Important stuff.
In March I posted that I hoped to have ALL of my jewelry and glass tools/supplies sold or given away by the end of May. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!! What was I thinking?!? I stare across my living room to the jewelry bench laden with gadgets, trinkets, and stuff too important to toss out, all cleverly arranged, and rearranged, several times in the past months, and I wonder what has stopped me from completing the tasks I set out to complete so many months ago?
Why are the Solomon ski boots that I packed and moved from Calgary to Austin in 1999, but never used, nor even admired in the past 16 years, still sitting in my living room? What kind of minimalist am I? Yet I plan to live a nomadic lifestyle, starting in less than three weeks? Good luck.
I have given notice at my apartment. I do need to vacate the premises by September 30th. I do have an Airbnb reservation in Alpine Texas, already paid for and I am excited to begin my nomadic lifestyle experiment. Yet I cannot let go of my current routines. And things. What is it about my resistance to letting go of all these familiar things. These familiar things that I haven’t used in years. I don’t need these things. I don’t really want them anymore. I am not attached to these things. Yet I cannot let go? What is the deal?
Whatever is worth is worth doing at all, is worth doing well – wrote Philip Stanhope, 4th Earl of Chesterfield, in a letter to his son in 1746.
I shall put the “Pro” into procrastination so that I cannot be accused of being a craptastically inadequate procrastinator. I shall exceed in the art of procrastination.
Deadlines? Whatever! I’ve got wine to drink. Who has time for deadlines? As I type this another task reminder pops up on my oh-so-smart phone to tell me to do this, or do that task, at such-and-such time.
Snooze. Click. Later.
Reminders shall be rejected until further notice. I am procrastinating, and doing it rather well I must say.
This quote from Mark Twain sums it up well!