Procrastinator

Most of the time, I am not a procrastinator*. I generally do what needs to be done, at least once I start. My school work was done early, with only the rare bobble or miscalculation. Certainly by the time I was in nursing school, everything was done asap, lest it all fall on top of me at the end. I never crammed for tests, simply keeping up as I worked along. The housework gets left a bit, but when I do a real clean up, it's a matter of a few hours, never days or weeks of catch-up. If I leave a task, I know what I'm doing, and it's part of the plan.

Certainly my work reinforces this. I gather everything I need for the day, for the case, at the beginning. Any head-start on clean-up is utilized utterly. If I take the second-to-last of an item, I make sure it gets replenished. I chart quickly and early on. This means I can either idle the rest of the case, or be available when everything changes and I need to open a new mass of stuff.

When we moved, I packed with great planning and far ahead.

This is part of why we are always early to any event. Is there a word for the opposite of a procrastinator? We are that. We know, and when we inevitably show up early for a party, we dig in and help set up, or get out of the way and read a book.

But when it comes to mail, physical mail of any sort, this all fails me. Even when there was only snail mail, and I enjoyed writing letters, I would write a bit, then never finish. I'd consider sending the letter, but so much had changed, it had to be completely re-written, so I'd write a bit, and the cycle would repeat. Then I couldn't find the stamp. Or the address. An envelope. If all that got finished, I'd forget to mail it for a long while.

Wasn't so much a problem when I was away in the military, there were no distractions, nothing else to do. Although, even then, many more letters were started than were ever sent. This is why I see email as such a blessing in my life. No definite page length, nothing physical to gather, no need to find a post-box. Right up there with digital photography, for many of the same essential reasons.

Perhaps the combination of creative task and physical job doesn't sit in the same places in my brain. Like why computer printers are always difficult, too many nodes of potential breakage. Thanks to D, I finally managed, after anywhere from two months to three years' delay, to send off three packages. There was no reason whatsoever for it to have felt so difficult, there really wasn't.

Statcounter tells me I got a visitor from Marigot, which I then had to look up. If it's you, welcome!


We attended our neighborhood council this evening, very large turnout. We live in an area with great diversity, and significant poverty. And some folks who are trying to do right by all of us. Yup, this is home.


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