I have been a habitual procrastinator my whole life, and I hate it! During school, I naively thought the pressure of a deadline inspired creativity. At work, I rationalize putting off tasks will sift out the unnecessary from the pertinent. Even here, I signed up for WordPress over three months ago while going through a PTSD clinic, but did not post anything, promising I could “come back to it … eventually when I had something worthy to say.”
During the course, I enjoyed the writing assignments, the analysis of my thoughts, the freedom to put down into words what I thought. For
years, no decades, I intended to put my words/thoughts/feelings down. But alas I did not, or I would once or twice before abandoning the initiative.
Why? Perhaps I did not think my thoughts or feelings had validation. Perhaps they don’t. But they’re still mine. I must take ownership and responsibility for them. Therefore I am taking this time to capture them. To accept (or at times challenge) these musings. To document their existence. To acknowledge their uniqueness as mine.
Thereby honoring them, and essentially myself.
Procrastination is defined as “the act or habit of putting off or delaying, especially something requiring immediate attention.” My self-acceptance requires immediate attention. So ready or not, here I am.
- What have you been procrastinating?
- How do you plan to overcome your procrastination?
- What do you to do for self-acceptance?