Today I’m discussing a subject that I seem to be rather an expert at — procrastination — or filibuster and many other names. I can dress it up all I like with fancy titles but equivocation or procrastination it remains the same. And I still do it a lot despite having written about it some time ago. I make lists — wonderfully detailed lists — of what I need and want to get done, but then I seem to sabotage myself and only get a fraction of that list completed. Coffee anyone?

Some days I hardly seem to be able to get out of my own way and others I am like a machine. Churning through tasks and doing more than I anticipated getting done. Then I feel awesome, almost invincible and super pleased with myself. I have this strange idea that I can continue on with such amazing productivity and I’ll get everything finished. But that has rarely been the case as usually this madness only lasts a day or so and then I slip back into my old ways of delaying, postponing again. My dictionary app suggests that — “Procrastination is the thief of time” — and it truly is when I get to the end of a day and realise that I haven’t achieved much at all.

I tell myself that it doesn’t matter if some things don’t get finished today, as there is no urgency and they can wait until tomorrow — or next week. But when I stop now and look around I have so many unfinished projects taking up space around the house. Perhaps it is simply that I get bored with things and want to rush on to the next new shiny project that I’m certain will get finished in a timely manner. But then I remember my mother always said —“There is no such thing as being bored — only boring people!” Hopefully I’m not boring.

I have dreams of a house that is always clean and tidy —ready for visitors at any time without the embarrassing clutter. But then again that’s not who I am really. So if you need help or someone to come and have a coffee with — then I’m the one available — most of the time. Surely that counts more than being or striving for perfection?