Yes, I procrastinate. At least a little bit every single day. I let the laundry pile up. I haven’t washed the windows in goodness knows how long. I’ve got a huge to-do list and nothing is getting done. Well, except for writing about nothing getting done.
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Procrastination is a flaw of mine. Not the only flaw. It is one of many.
I constantly remind myself of my flaws with the hope that if I point them out enough something will change. One day, I’ll complete everything on my list. One day, I’ll have the whole house spotless all at the same time. One day, I won’t feel like taking a nap or lounging in front of the TV. One day I’ll be, well, perfect.
It is so easy to think that everyone has their act together, but I know you are all just faking it. I know that, just like me, you also have insecurities, you also have fears, and you also procrastinate.
Somewhere we have lost compassion for the fact that we are human. We continually think we have to hide this part of ourselves.
What if the standard has been too high? Humans are complex creatures. I somehow keep thinking that I should be above all that, better than my base urge to have one too many cookies.
But what if I am not destined to be perfect? What if my flaws are permanent? Could I learn to love the things I dislike about myself the most? Could I even learn to love my fatigue? Illness? Even pain?
Just for today I am going to try. I am going to allow myself to be one messy human being. In all of her tarnished glory.
The Zen of procrastination is the practice of letting life, letting you, be just as you are. Acceptance at its most encompassing.
Since you know she will do it anyway, will you join me in letting your inner procrastinator put something off? At least just for today.
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