This post is for myself.
In many respects, I am a last-minute person. The latest victim is the SC trip with Flora. We have been talking about it for a month, but I only started booking yesterday. Everything seems just fine until I find no room available for the game day!!! If I have started a week early, we could have made the game into our schedule.
Procrastination been haunting me for years. It is annoying, troubling, and costly. Most of time, however, I can get away just fine, as long as I can put up with the financial loss. Indeed, my sister always mocks me: “you need double resources to get the same things done.”
In the past, work has been my chief grace saver. I delay and ignore everything but work. It is such a convenient, deceptive, and powerful excuse, triumphing everything else. I myself almost believed it.
But it is nothing but an excuse, an excuse for my laziness, unwilling to think, plan, and take the responsibility. It is so easy to read and write papers: it is a habit that does not demand much effort beyond concentration. If I have been willing to think, plan, and act, I could have achieved the same outcome with much less time. Life could have been more enjoyable and meaningful.
For all these hinder sights, it remains “IF”. The culprit is laziness: unwilling to plan and act; rather, just follow whatever comes easy. No longer. I must control procrastination—pathologically delay everything to the last minute.
If I can program myself to do nothing but work, I can certainly reprogram myself to do other stuff. I must develop new habits, with discipline: once you set the goal, stick to it until it gets done.