Monday, September 5, 2011

Better late than never

I like to think that with any luck, I will manage to be late for my own funeral.  That's not to say that I'm not a punctual person.  No indeed!  I pride myself for being on time.  If I set a time and say, "I'll be there!", come rain, nor snow, nor dark of... oh, wait.... I'm not a letter carrier.


My name is Marie, and I have a procrastination problem.  I doubt very much that a twelve step program can save me anymore, because I'm getting too old and set in my ways.  And so, I've resigned myself to my fate.  I will forever be stressing over deadlines, whether they be outside sources or self-imposed.  My favorite thing to do when I have said deadline looming is to jump on the information highway and surf teh shiny interwebz until my eyes fall out research my chosen topics, but I tend to get distracted. 


Which in Mynx time, is something like every seven minutes, give or take.

And so, my day goes something like this:

  • Wake up and go directly to the coffee pot.  Do not pass Go.  Do not collect $200.
  • Log into classes.  Peruse discussion boards.  Get bored.
  • Log into Twitter.  Peruse tweets. @reply and retweet the more interesting tweets.  Get bored.
  • Log into Facebook.  Peruse news feed.  Get bored.
  • Return to classes.  Check for discussion posts.  Write down upcoming assignments that are due.  Get bored.
  • Check for blog subscription updates.  Read updated blogs.  Consider posting a new blog.  Get stage fright.
  • Check Twitter.
  • Check Facebook.
  • Read a lecture for class.
  • Lather.  Rinse.  Repeat.

Now, it might sound like I've got ADHD or something similar, and maybe I do.  (Note to self: see doctor as soon as you have medical insurance or when hell freezes over, whichever comes first.) 

Lack of self-discipline?  Oh yes, but it goes deeper than that.

Fear of failure?


We have a winner!

What would you do if you knew you COULD NOT FAIL? 

Have you ever seriously thought about the answer to that question? 

Well, I have, and for starters I'd buy a winning lottery ticket.  If I knew I could not fail, every lottery ticket that I bought would be a winner, right?  Right!  Immediately upon collecting my winnings, I would start a chain of coffee houses to rival Starbucks in both their commercialism and their price gouging ways.  I would then proceed to travel the world and blog about it, becoming a viral sensation on YouTube overnight.  I would write a best selling novel based on my experiences, star in the blockbuster movie based on my life story, and finally retire to my own private island to live out the rest of my life in peace, doing what I really wanted to do in the first place, which is die happy buried underneath a pile of my favorite books that I have read and re-read until they have literally fallen apart.


A girl can dream, right?

My point being, we all have reasons for procrastinating, but until we really understand the reasons behind why we procrastinate, we are doomed to an ever-repeating cycle of non-productivty and stress.

So, what would you do if you knew you could not fail?

Me, I think I'll finish school, post the occasional blog, and finally get around to writing that book I keep talking about.


  1. Welcome back to blogging! Words from the Lovely Lady Marie and my morning coffee are the best way to start my day. :)

  2. Thank you for the warm welcome back, my dear Loaf! :)

  3. I am sorry your muse is distracted. Even a muse can be bitchy, I hope mine is a male one, they tend to be more ..dedicated :). Good luck and kisses.