Procrastination

I was already in bed and trying to find some sleep when I finally realized again that I hadn’t written this article. It wasn’t that I had forgotten, it was just that I figured that I could put it off until the next day. No, it wasn’t late or anything like that. It’s simply that I was procrastinating.

I was in a friend’s car earlier this afternoon, and he was telling me that he wanted to fashion himself into a well-dressed gentleman. Sounded to me like he was thinking about giving up the sweat pants and the T-shirts. He had already started to eat right, and had already lost twenty-eight pounds or more. The lion’s share of that success was that he was working out at a gym. "Good for you, dude." It was getting to be late in his life, and he had been procrastinating by not getting healthy for too long a time. He’s starting to look great, and he says that he feels better as well. If he’s lucky, perhaps he can give himself a really old age.

A lady friend of mine who once had too much time and energy invested in trying to sustain being a nearly six-foot tall pixie figured out that she had another power inside herself other than just being somebody’s Muppet. She tweaked her wardrobe, got a new hairdo, and decided to start owning her beauty and her brains. Some months later, now she finds herself in a stable relationship, and has begun to earn a salary that is near worthy of her talents. All this self-improvement, I hardly know what to make of it.

So what’s the lesson that I’m supposed to take away from all this? I already have great clothes. I shave my head because I have an ugly hairline, so the hair isn’t an issue. And if anything, I have too lean a body mass. I have wonderful friends and a great community. And as far as all the superficial things in my life are concerned, I’ve got those covered as well. People also tell me that I’m not even bad looking. I always love a good joke. Keep ‘em coming.

As it turns out, I too am wasting time. I’m up rushing through this article after midnight when I had the “time” days ago to sit down and do it properly, and that way it could be edited for all the mistakes I’ve likely made. I’m not really kicking myself. I’m just saying. The question that I have to ask myself is this, "Do I have time to always be putting things off even when there seems like there’s plenty of it?”

What it boils down to is that I’ve only recently ordered the book board that I need to hard bind the bible volumes. Yes, yes, I know, I say I’ve been waiting for the photo lab people to do their job. Turns out they’ve been waiting for me to do my job. Perhaps I’ve been using them as an excuse to procrastinate. Maybe we’re using one another.

So let’s see what happens this week. Will my guy friend make it to the gym enough times to begin losing another twenty-eight pounds? Will my gal friend put yet another nail in the coffin of her formally Muppet ways? Will I complete enough book covers to finally get this job finished? If the signs of other efforts around me are any indication, I might have a totally finished project on my hands. Hmm, I wonder, what then?

As published in the May 2014 issue of "St. Peter's Press," the monthly newsletter of St. Peter's Presbyterian Church in Spencertown, New York.