A while back a fb friend posted a request for procrastination therapies. In choosing to put it in my pile of things to mull over, I invoked a few weeks of writer's cramp.
Procrastination is one of the easiest topics to put aside for later.
It's unimportant.
The very idea brings on a flood of creativity in some other direction.
If that doesn't happen, well, the laundry gets done, folded and put away, the dishes and countertops are clean, the car has been vacuumed and bills paid, or at least sorted.
There are people for whom procrastination is not only a way of courting pretend powerlessness in one or two areas, but is a vantage point on the workings of all things.
Moving furniture gives me the feeling that I contribute to transforming an undesirable circumstance, alleviating the pain of a decision or any of the dozens of obvious uncertain outcomes that act out like sloppily programmed alarm clocks.
When I have been sure I knew what was up, I have been wrong. Wandering blind, I have tripped over wonders that I would have missed if I'd had been all nose-to-the-grindstone.
It's beginning to dawn on me that many of the standards I took for real are chains. So much effort has been saved through laziness and inconsistency.
Yet, having experienced serendipity, having seen that knowledge is frequently incomplete and surrounded by mirrors, adrenaline still has the power to over-ride, and at least if I move the table over here and the hutch over there, there will be more room for guests.
Procrastination is one of the easiest topics to put aside for later.
It's unimportant.
The very idea brings on a flood of creativity in some other direction.
If that doesn't happen, well, the laundry gets done, folded and put away, the dishes and countertops are clean, the car has been vacuumed and bills paid, or at least sorted.
There are people for whom procrastination is not only a way of courting pretend powerlessness in one or two areas, but is a vantage point on the workings of all things.
Moving furniture gives me the feeling that I contribute to transforming an undesirable circumstance, alleviating the pain of a decision or any of the dozens of obvious uncertain outcomes that act out like sloppily programmed alarm clocks.
When I have been sure I knew what was up, I have been wrong. Wandering blind, I have tripped over wonders that I would have missed if I'd had been all nose-to-the-grindstone.
It's beginning to dawn on me that many of the standards I took for real are chains. So much effort has been saved through laziness and inconsistency.
Yet, having experienced serendipity, having seen that knowledge is frequently incomplete and surrounded by mirrors, adrenaline still has the power to over-ride, and at least if I move the table over here and the hutch over there, there will be more room for guests.
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