I am a procrastinator by nature. In professional terms this is called “deadline-driven.” In private terms this is called, “will do almost anything ahead of what they are probably meant to be doing, but in a productive way.” Of course as I’ve grown older I’ve learned how to hack the system a little. I rearrange what I have to do in such a way that there is a perpetual list of important tasks taking turns in the spotlight: maybe one will bow out, but another equally important item is ready to take its place. With a bit of luck and a good podcast, they all get accomplished eventually.
You are sincerely my kin. I expect that you remember Grandma June collecting seedpods and the like in autumn. (I just realized that I prefer the term Autumn to fall.)....Lists to me have now become an aid in my procrastination. Having made the list, I have made a step toward cleaning, organizing, etc. We may be spiraling toward squalor. I have the last, most important and difficult things of Grandma June's things spread across our living area. Heaven help me to finish sorting and oh God willing discarding or sharing with the universe those things that have no reason to keep.
You are sincerely my kin. I expect that you remember Grandma June collecting seedpods and the like in autumn. (I just realized that I prefer the term Autumn to fall.)....Lists to me have now become an aid in my procrastination. Having made the list, I have made a step toward cleaning, organizing, etc. We may be spiraling toward squalor. I have the last, most important and difficult things of Grandma June's things spread across our living area. Heaven help me to finish sorting and oh God willing discarding or sharing with the universe those things that have no reason to keep.