I procrastinate. Often. It’s a habit. When I’m about to do something that requires a stretch, I immediately develop a bad case of Got to Do This! I tell myself that something else, anything else, is more important. That I simply must react to what’s in front of me, that thing that in the moment seems to be screaming my name.
Then I tell myself that it’ll only take a minute. Just this phone call. That email. If there’s nothing else pressing, there’s Facebook. Or the kitchen cupboards with the hope that I’ll find something with sugar tucked away behind that “safe” zone of good choices.
But, it turns out, no zone is safe when I’m in the self-distraction mode. There’s ALWAYS some little job to do, some little text to write, some habit of looking outside myself that will give me the instant gratification of Doing Something. Read More>>