Oh, what’s that sound? Just me eating my own words.
As it turns out, that stirring declaration I made about writing a blog post every day for two weeks (no excuses, Kate! It’s only 14 days, Kate! Everyone has 30 minutes, Kate!) didn’t stick.
My inner procrastinator found a friend in my perfectionist tendencies and, well, here we are a few days later. Sigh.
It’s never good news when those two get together.
Procrastination is a funny thing isn’t it, because it’s not like you don’t know how things are going to turn out. You know you’re going to regret it. You never surface from a Netflix binge, covered in chip dust, thinking, “Fantastic use of my time! Couldn’t be happier that it’s midnight and I haven’t started studying for tomorrows exam!”
You know what’s at stake. And yet…
The great thing here though is that procrastination isn’t some inherent trait you live and die with. It’s a habit, like exercise or being on time. It’s a self-fulfilling narrative. “I’m such a procrastinator. I’m always late. I never work out. I’m so indecisive.”
It comes down to habits, and habits can be changed.
How? That I don’t know (obviously) but I suspect momentum is key—because that feeling you get when you push through and do the work is always worth it.
P.S. In lieu of a somewhat-passably-relevant stock photo… Please enjoy this snap I took in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. Home of my future art studio.