The Eleventh Hour Dilemma
I've always been a bit of a procrastinator. There will be those times when I am industrious and forward thinking enough to get things done in advance, but typically those times have been more rare than not. After all, why do something now if I can wait until later?
Waiting can have its advantages. Offhand I can't think of any advantages, but maybe I'll think of something later--if I don't get distracted and forget what I was supposed to think of. Getting distracted has always been a problem for me. In that respect I suppose I still have the mind of the child that I once was. Once? Maybe I'm still more of that child than some might think. If I still had toys I might be sitting on the floor playing instead of sitting at my desk typing these words.
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| insight of tin toy museum Freinsheim/Germany (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
Now and then I'm tempted to buy some toys for myself. And I don't mean shiny new gadgets to entertain the adult side of me, but I'm talking about toy cars and building sets and legions of tiny plastic people. Real toys like children strew across floors. Now that's what I call real world building and getting lost in ones imagination.
But I restrain myself from buying those toys. Besides, I need to watch my money and I certainly don't need more stuff cluttering my house. Children's toys are not a practical option for me. That's why I write, read, or watch movies. Escape now is more passive than the activity of being a child. My mind is my playground.
Though I might frequently wait until the eleventh hour to do things that I've planned or things that necessity requires to be done, I try to do better when I can. Or do better when I think about it, if I'm thinking about it at all. Still, I tend to get distracted or just plain forget. More often than I'd care to admit, I've waited until the eleventh hour. Unfortunately as I near that unknown eleventh hour of my life, I hope that I'll improve those bad habits. Maybe I'll wait to start improving next week. Or maybe next month. Or maybe I'll buy some children's toys and sit on the floor and play. I can think of worse things that could happen.
Do you tend to procrastinate? What are your favorite diversions when you just want to relax and escape from the real world? How much more do you want to get done in your life before the clock strikes midnight?
