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I don't think it's a good thing, but for me, procrastination works.
I think I've had many more positive reinforcements to procrastinating than negative ones. The result? I continue to procrastinate.
Case in point:
Since we moved into our new house, we haven't had a bathroom mirror.
Believe it or not, we *lost* the mirror. We thought maybe it was broken and thrown away during our massive renovations. We looked for it everywhere.
And this was a big mirror. It filled up the whole space above the huge counter in the hallway bathroom.
We tried to buy a new mirror at Lowe's, but all those prefab mirrors were too small.
So, I was *planning* to special order one from our local glass company, but I never got around to actually measuring the space. Procrastination.
But yesterday -- lo and behold! -- Aaron found the mirror! It was in the corner of the garage. The mirror surface was facing the wall and color of the back of the mirror matched the garage wall exactly. So, we didn't see it.
I'm thrilled to have a mirror in that bathroom. I'm thrilled that I never got around to ordering a new mirror. I'm thrilled to have saved all that money!
Has procrastination ever worked for you? Or are you one of those wonderfully organized people (I do admire you!) who doesn't let dust collect on your to-do lists?
I fear I am something of a procrastinator, but it's never turned out so serendipitously for me:)
ReplyDeleteSometimes it works for me, and sometimes it bites me in the bottom.
ReplyDeleteKrista, You just need to procrastinate MORE to discover the positive side of procrastinating. You're clearly not procrastinating enough! :)
ReplyDeleteMyrna, Yes, I've been bottom-bitten quite a few times, too. Or at least embarrassed because I hadn't done what I said I was going to do ... yet. I've worried people with how late I leave certain things. And I've been embarrassed giving thank you notes and baby gifts the day before the one-year-after etiqette time limit. SIGH! I wonder if I'll be different when my kids are grown up. My pre-children personality is a blur....