Procrastinators Anonymous (PAA)
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- February 9th, 2009 |
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As you probably have already guessed, I have a problem. I am seriously battling with procrastination and I believe I’m doing alright so. You accompany, the good news is that I am not ashamed or also afraid to admit it, and neither should you be. I bet you’re expression to yourself right now, “I don’t have a problem.” Advantageously I am here to tell you that thither is hope for you. We will overcome this, unitedly, but the first block towards recovery is being able to admit the problem. To make it a little bit easier for you, I will go first&ndash‘Hi, my name is Siobhan and I am a procrastinator.’ You accompany, that wasn’t so bad. So, are you ready to admit that you should be doing something else right now besides reading this? Don’t anxiety, it happens to the best of us; literally.
Wouldn’t that be something if thither really was a Procrastinators Anonymous Association (PAA)? The cerebration sounds good, but I’m not also careful about how good of an idea it would be to actually start one. I can already foresee a few hurdles with having a PAA; for one, members may keep postponing the meetings for no apparent reason. Another abstraction is thither would probably not be enough room to hold almost every single person in the class. Let’s face it, we all procrastinate. As a matter of fact, we are all experts at it and lucky for us it isn’t as bad as is made out to be.
As a writer, procrastination gives me a chance to entertain my book piece I’m doing something else in place of writing it. What better artifact is thither to make consume of all that time other than exploitation it to contemplate new ideas, fine adjust details, and get everything just right before I actually sit to compose? I once read someplace that the biggest procrastinators tend to be real creative and intelligent. I am in no artifact making excuses for my procrastination; instead, learned to just appreciate and accept it.
It may channel crazy but I believe that the rest of the class also loves it when I procrastinate. Short, everyone seems to get my exclusive attention. My dog gets walked for a few extra minutes, phone calls get answered, and even missed calls get returned. It also seems to be the times when my tum talks to me more than accustomed and the best songs come on the radio that I just can’t resist singing along to. The even crazier abstraction about it is I only procrastinate like this when it comes to writing. I don’t know why I do it, but it always seems to happen. I became curious and asked another writers, artists and creative people if they experience anything similar. To my attack, I was not alone. That is when I decided to expense my procrastinating tendencies as a trait that all writers and artistic people are just born with.
As a person who thirsts for knowledge, I did any research and found out that writers are known to procrastinate. Many advantageously known writers are considered to be any of the biggest procrastinators. Inspiring isn’t it? If you really entertain it, procrastinating can indeed be functional and necessary at times because it allows the writer to let go. Sometimes when you hold on to an idea also airtight or attempt to force creativity, it seems to pack up and accept a holiday someplace, leaving you frustrated. But when you just let it go, it comes to you as naturally as feeling the change insolate against your cutis. It’s no different than trying to remember that name that on the advise of your cape. As long as you drop wrecking your brain trying to remember it, it never comes; but the 2nd you act trying and just let it go, doesn’t the name blurt out of your mouth as if you weren’t even trying to remember it in the first place? Any things are just unexplainably antic.
So now that I have admit my problem, which in essence has turned out to be not much of a problem at all, can you admit to being a procrastinator and accept the rewards and benefits that come with resourcefully killing time? I know one abstraction; it may have appropriated me 20 hours to compose something that could have possibly been done in less than an hour, but who is to have that I would have came to these conclusions that fast? I deprivation to give a primary thanks to those four chocolate chip cookies that I ate, the glass of milk that helped clean it down, my purportedly housebroken dog for making “mess” on the floor, and my computer for acting up and erasing those much needed files. I am a procrastinator par excellence.