I am a procrastinator. There. I said it. I've known for quite some time that I am a master procrastinator. People tell me all the time how impressed they are with how organized I am. But, I'll let you in on a little secret. Many of my organizational systems were born out of the procrastination of a task I just did not feel like doing. I'm great at getting things set up, but when it comes to putting them into practice, something always seems to come up. Or needs tweaking.
I love my weekends. Live for them, in fact. I get so wrapped up in embracing the arrival of my weekend, I always put off doing any "real" work until later in the weekend. Before I know it, I have errands to run, shopping to do, time to spend with my kids, laundry to do, television shows to watch, napping to catch up on, and tweets and blog posts to read. This weekend, I received notification that the book I've been dying to read is finally available for me to download. I haven't been able to put it down, in spite of the fact that I only have until Tuesday to complete my progress reports. Inevitably, I will be in a panic, staying up well past reasonable hours, to finish before the deadline.
Unfortunately, my knowledge of this tendency does nothing to change the fact that I will probably always find something more interesting to do than what it is I need to do. I guess the most important thing is that things always get done, they just aren't without a little bit of stress and gnashing of teeth in the meantime. Of course, after procrastinating a little on FaceBook this weekend, I know I'm not alone in my habits. I do wish I could do something about it. Maybe tomorrow.