So I’ve got a little confession to make. It’s much easier to confess to you all than, like say…My Big Boy. So I probably won’t be telling him this. But somewhere deep in my psyche I’ve convinced myself that…”I work better under pressure”. Which is a very nice way of saying…I’m a procrastinator.
I really think it started way back in highschool, and let me tell you…that’s back a few years. (I’m laughing out loud at the word “few”) Let’s get real…decades ago! I remember well, being a student in “Research Paper”. It was a class that lasted for 9 weeks and in that time we were to complete one research paper. My mother was the typing teacher, and thus had a key to the school (very handy). I remember using that key, the night before the 9 weeks was finished, and typing my little head off finishing the research paper! Heck, I don’t know…but very well be that I probably started it a couple of days prior to that! Now, the main reason that I believe I’m a procrastinator today…I got an “A” on the paper! Not only that, but for years, that teacher used my paper as an example! (Ask my little sister!) And that was the beginning…it was ingrained in my head that “I work better under pressure”. I really don’t think it’s a great quality to have. I feel guilt over it, but not enough.
It would be the reason that I am up at 4:15 am…packing! Well, not even packing…see? I’m suppose to pack. I promised My Big Boy (who works nights) that I’d have us all packed, ready to go to Kansas when he got home from work. I honestly spent last evening…thinking about packing, considering packing, hanging out with the Kardashians, going to bed and thinking “I’ll pack later”. Later is officially here, and really I’m telling myself, “I have a good two hours”! Here I am on the computer, blogging to you…that would not be packing!
Just thought I’d let you in on “my little secret”, and tell you that I’m headed to Kansas…land of grandchildren, and daughters, and moms, and sisters, and friends! Because I have all that visiting to do, I may not get back with you for a bit.
But when I do, I betcha I have a story or two to tell! Blessings to you, and thanks for cleansing my soul 🙂 Wow, I feel so good, I think I’ll go back to bed for just one more hour!
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I can’t stand people who are NOT proscratinators. But I’ll tell you why later.