Wednesday, 28 December 2016

I wrote this, and remembered to post it.

Confession time. I am a master procrastinator. Not that I have a degree or certificate. No expert has come along and dubbed me so. I didn't fill out the survey or questionnaire. If there was one, I put it someplace special I would remember so I'd get back to it.

Sometimes I'll get an email or a letter or a reminder that reminds me I need to be reminded to do this important thing. Reply. Fill out the form. Mail that answer. Later, I'll actually remember that I was supposed to do what I was supposed to do, and I'll be shocked that weeks have gone by since I said to myself, 'ah, yes, must remember to do this' just before I put that piece of paper in a drawer.

I always have good intentions. I imagine myself finishing that little chore, or fixing that item, or dropping off something to be repaired and then remembering to pick it up. I imagine how good it would feel to not feel guilty about all the things I should do or ought to get done because they have actually been done by some industrious creature that resembles me but must be an alien.

It's not all bad though! I actually had people over for Christmas dinner. They arrived to find there were places to sit, and cooked food ready to eat, served on clean dishes.

And I remembered to pick up that mat I had ordered online from the Hardware Store just before the one month limit expired. The fact that it's still in the trunk of the car is neither here nor there.

I have bookmarked a dozen youtube talks on how to be more productive, and I plan to watch them one day soon. I actually really did buy the book 'Getting Things Done' by David Allen, and I actually really did go to the office supply store too. I clearly remember having to tell the sales clerk I wanted those particular file folders because yes, it was just for an archive, otherwise he would keep insisting I buy the more expensive ones. To his dismay, I bought the cheaper folders. Once I got home I even wrote some titles on the tabs of some folders and organized them like David says in his book. Then I had to do something else and the next time I came back to look at my attempt at organization, I had to dig through a bunch of other stuff to get to it.

Now I've promised myself (yet again) that I will get up earlier, get organized, and start finishing things. Downsize. Clear out. Minimalize. Really, I will.

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