procrastination

my favorite word. i have perfected the art of procrastination. i can fill my time up with anything but. i have read up on procrastination. i have listened to music. i have had too much caffeine. i have written and written and written about it. the first time i encountered the concept was actually via my mother who was a bigger procrastinator than me. anything, taxes, writing, checking patients' charts.

2nd time i encountered it? durango. sitting the library at the college there. found a book on the connection between creativity and procrastination and bought it, gullible as i am, and gladly so.

i think it's true. in between the time that it takes for you to grade those papers or file those taxes, you can fill it with so many other things. so many many other things like...making those homemade gluten free macadamia nut cookies you keep meaning to make, or reorganizing that hallway closet that is screaming for attention, or having that heartfelt conversation with a former student who can't decide whether online or face to face is better. the possibilities are endless. checking and rechecking to make sure the stove is turned off. inventing a new version of charades where you perform an action and everyone has to come up with a multitudinous variety of activities you could be doing. are you... pushing a shopping cart? mowing the lawn? carrying an umbrella while walking on a tightrope, inventing an ingeniously flippant dance move, moving along the dead man on a gurney, what can it be? the possibilites are endless.

the point is... why be in a rush to get to point B. point B could be... death, right? no really. seize the day. seize the moment. why rush headlong to the final frontier. why not enjoy the ride? what can you really do when you get to that appointment 10 minutes early? i've never understood, really understood how people can get anywhere 10 minutes early. what do you do with yourself for 10 minutes? when you could be doing so many other exciting things with those 10 minutes? i want to show up late for my grave. really, i don't want to be on time. who wants to be on time?