Cat in Domestic Scene.
What was that?
Oh. You. And the camera. Again.
Reading about Pete's procrastination battle, I realize it's not a huge issue in my life. Not to say I don't let stuff get by me, or delay tasks. But it's rarely putting off what I genuinely want to get done. I often handed in term papers early, got forms filled in at work before they were due, always got laundry done before I was down to my last bit of clothing, have never run out of gas in the car. I will put off cleaning, but never so long that it becomes a health hazard, only until I deem it needful.
Mostly, I find that not thinking about a chore is the best way of getting it done. I viscerally remember, as a kid, having to clean out the oatmeal pot, after it had been soaking for hours, and the cold goo on my hands. I retched, but still had to clean it out. These days, I am the only one making me take care of gross jobs, and as long as I just do it quickly, without making it emotional, it's not so bad. It's just a thing, not a punishment, not a trial. Or I decide just to vacuum the front hall area, and often I will continue on and do the whole job, because I'm there anyway.
If I don't write here, it's because I'm tired or out of sorts, and better not to muck the place up when I have that kind of attitude. I never apologize for insufficient postage, since I'm the only one to determine the rules here anyway. I enjoy it, I know if I reach out consistently, I get more company, so I work to keep it going.
At work, I like getting everything done as early in each case as possible, so I can sit and watch. Or take care of the inevitable crises that come up, without having to worry about the routine jobs. Settles my mind, and I can stop worrying about that stuff. Run a five minute or a five hour case the same way, but in the second I may get a crossword done as well.