Wilson waiting in front of the newly installed wood burner for me to light it.
I wrote a blog yesterday about identifying what is important to me by looking at what I find daunting, as those are often the things that matter to you the most.
However, something else also occurred to me: I have procrastination down to a fine art.
With only a couple of exceptions, I have, to some extent or other, managed to ‘put off’ dealing with each of the items on my list.
I have mentioned in a previous blog post that I am in denial about running a marathon. It hasn’t quite sunk in yet that I am really going to do this. One of the ways I have put off dealing with the reality of it is to not tell anyone. I think I am like the child who thinks they can hide by covering their own eyes.
Although I am, of course, excited about running a marathon and am definitely going to do it – I didn’t pay £60 just for a nice email, after all - once I tell people, I will have to start fundraising for my chosen charities (the British Heart Foundation and the Kit Wilson Trust for Animal Welfare) and then it becomes all too real.
It took me weeks (months?) to reply to my friend about whether I would be willing to be their official wedding photographer later this year. I have now agreed, but with the proviso as long as I can book the day off work (as they are marrying on a Friday). Another week has passed and I still have not put the holiday request form in….
I have the accountant’s Practice Certificate application form to enable me to carry out paid, private work sat, in a file, next to my left hand as I write this. That is where it has sat, half completed, for almost two weeks while I dither over letterhead, advertising, PI insurance and whether or not I have the time to do people’s bookkeeping in addition to holding down a full time job and, eek, training for a marathon.
I have been told everyone has one good book in them and, as an avid reader all my life, it has been a dream to write a fiction novel. I actually started one; it has a full plot outline, a first chapter, a final chapter and a few in-between already written, I received advice from an author and writing teacher and encouragement to continue after she read a couple of chapters. I was shocked to discover I started writing this book over ten years ago (but probably haven’t written a word for at least five). I never seem to have the right pen or pencil or notebook, or it’s too cold to sit in the office, or I need a laptop - then I would definitely sit down and write it.
As for the house I purchased two years ago; well, where do I start? Suffice to say, I stripped half the wallpaper off in my lounge over eight months ago and friends have started to comment that the half woodchip/half pale pink plaster look is starting to grow on them. I hasten to add that I do have an excuse, or two, for this one; firstly, I only started stripping the wallpaper because I was having a wood burning stove installed in the lounge and needed to strip the chimney breast for the plaster work to be done and, secondly, shortly afterwards I discovered a leak in the chimney breast and have been waiting to be sure the repair has worked before I redecorate. Do you think 6 months leak free is probably proof-enough, or should I give it a bit longer?
Please don’t think I have been completely idle during this time though, as I have not. Amongst other things, over the last two years I have had new fascias put on my house, run a lot of miles and reached the top of the parkrun female points table (even if it will only be temporary), had a wall knocked down and beautiful new bathroom put in, had a wood burner installed and worked out how to use it properly (just in time for the summer, result!), held down a full time (45+ hours per week) job, joined my local camera club, travelled to the Arctic Circle on my own (not to mention on a whim) and managed to indulge my love of landscape photography by getting out and about taking photographs and maintaining my website.
It’s just that I could have achieved so much more in that time. So that’s it; from now on there will be no more procrastination for me.
Today I will finish stripping the wallpaper in the lounge and apply for my Practice Certificate. Tomorrow I will choose colour schemes for my lounge and start writing a novel. On Monday I will make a holiday booking at work for the day of my friend’s wedding….
... but I think I will just have a few minutes on Twitter first and maybe a cup of tea and a biscuit ….