Procrastination...Is making me late...
Is making me late,
Is keeping me waiting...”
Remember that song by Carly Simon?
I have a new version: “Procrastination, procrastination,
Is making me late,
I realized just last week that I seem to have a healthy streak of procrastination in my otherwise fairly normal self. When you have five
different bank statements for three different accounts waiting to be balanced on your Quicken Accounting Program, there’s nothing to be said except, “procrastination is making me late.” “Today,” I said, “is the day
these will all be done.” Several hours later, all the checkbook entries have been entered, the statements have been balanced with a minimum of difficulty and no unpleasant surprises. I am wearing a rather self-satisfied little smile, accompanied by a
strong desire to lie down and have a nap.
Actually, procrastination has darkened our doors before. When all our children were little, I would put their clothes that needed
to be mended or ironed into a basket, which I put out of sight (and, hence, out of mind) in my sewing room – a delightful place where I keep my sewing machine, all the flower vases, wrapping paper, gift bags and a file cabinet where my bank statements
and paid bill receipts live. This room has double doors and curtained windows and it’s possible to completely ignore it for weeks on end. Most of the clothes which I put in the basket in the sewing room were outgrown before they ever got mended or ironed.
I have shame about this but as all of the children are grown and have children of their own, the topics of mending and ironing never raise their ugly heads.
procrastinate about gardening chores as I love my flowers much more than my bank statements and care for them tenderly and frequently. Only this morning I was out putting rose food on the roses and I’ve been faithfully spraying them with Neem oil to
see if this is the year I could defeat the spider mites. So far, so good. There are tomatoes on my tomato plant and all is well in my garden.
Where else does procrastination
sneak up on me? How about the letter that has needed an answer since before Christmas... and the fact that granddaughter, Ashley’s wedding is June 11th and I really need to look for something to wear to it.... and John’s favorite shirt
is hanging on the ironing board waiting for me to plug in the iron. We won’t even mention the state of the windows!
None of this stuff is important enough to cause
insomnia and if I don’t clean off my desk today it really won’t matter that much, but I’m six days behind in my Daily Bible. I’ve been doing fairly well, but I need to quit procrastinating. I’m in a really good part in the Old
Testament, too. Samuel has just poured oil over Saul’s head and told him he was going to be King of Israel, even though the Lord had given warnings galore about what a mistake this insisting on having a king was going to be. So Saul was God’s choice
and we all know how that worked out. Jesus is telling parables, walking on the water and fencing with the Pharisees. I so enjoy these minutes in God’s Word when I quit procrastinating, sit down and open my Bible. Besides, I can see the clouds moving
across the sky as I sit by the windows where my Daily Bible awaits me.
“But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness
and all these things shall be added unto you.” Matt. 6:33
“Procrastination is the bad habit of putting off until the day after tomorrow what should have been done the day before yesterday.” Napoleon Hill