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If I recall correctly, the gist of the article was about procrastination being a psychological defense mechanism mothering us to accept inevitable change.
That’s what makes procrastination so easy to do. Procrastination slows down time so that we can adjust to what will change when we finally take action.
The thing is, I’ve never been much of a procrastinator. Nope. I jump right into things with two feet, head first, and with great abandon. My attitude is that you don’t know if you don’t try.
As I’ve aged I’ve been able to balance an all-or-nothing attitude with a wait-and-see-attitude. Sometimes I find balance, and sometimes I revert back to my habitual patterns; all in, or nothing at all.
Currently I’m procrastinating about tidying up some editing of my novel. I’m not avoiding the writing, because I know how good it will feel to sweep the changes together and get on with my other book.
The reason I’m avoiding the emails and edits is because my editor died very suddenly last month. I’m avoiding reading the last of his insight and encouraging words. I’m putting off the last words. I’m putting off wondering if he said something I wished I would have asked one, last question about.
I’m putting off the reality of not being able to sit with him in the gallery lounge, sun streaming through the antique, glass windows that distort the world outside. I’m putting off getting on in a world missing a great, creative, soul whom I idealized as living a truly authentic life.
When I want to do something, whether it’s sending a text, picking up the phone, or, in this case, opening a series of emails I should have opened months ago, I know I need to ask myself why. I know I need to give myself the respect to be honest with myself about the answer.
I wish you the courage to be still and silent in your moments of procrastination so that you can hear that tiny whisper of your soul telling you the truth about what you need to do.