Today, my daughter has been learning a valuable lesson about the perils of procrastination. She has a big class project due tomorrow that was assigned almost a month ago. Her chosen assignment (there was a list of ideas to choose from) is to rewrite a novel her class has been reading as though it is a picture book for younger children, complete with simplified language and illustrations. There needs to be at least eight different major events from the novel. She finally started to work on it yesterday. To say that there have been a lot of tears at my house over the last two days? Well, that would be a drastic understatement.
Procrastination wasn't something I ever struggled with as a student, but I find myself putting off all kinds of things as an adult. I really need to schedule a colonoscopy, but I somehow keep "forgetting" to do it; I wonder why? I need to organize our family's financial info (account numbers, user names, passwords, etc) so that if something ever happens to me or my husband the other can find it all easily; that's not something I want to think about for obvious reasons. Along those same lines, I need to get all our tax documents together - that deadline seems far away, but it's really not. I'd like to set a better example for my kids by doing all these things I've been avoiding, but can I start tomorrow?
At least we're making progress - a few minutes ago, I needed to write in my blog. And that smiling photo? That's my kid when she finally finished her project. Baby steps...