I’m a decent procrastinator. In fact, I’m procrastinating right now by writing this blog entry.
I’m trying to develop a different mindset about some of the things I procrastinate about. For most of those things, there’s a lot of pleasure to be had after (but not necessarily during) the activity. For example: I went for a run today, and it was kind of cold and drizzly while I was running, and I’m out of shape so it was slow and generally sucky. But, now I’ve got that pleasant, warm, glow inside my body that I get after a run. It lasts all day. It feels good after, but not before or during.
The same thing goes for organizing your physical space. It sucks to do the filing or clean the house, but when those things are done the sense of satisfaction afterwards far outweighs the grief of the actual task.
Unloading the dishwasher is another one. Is there anything more awesome than putting dishes into a completely empty dishwasher?
The alternate (procrastinating) choices I make generally don’t have anywhere near the level of satisfaction when they’re complete. Who feels pumped after watching an hour of television? (Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares, a truly inspirational program, notwithstanding). It just doesn’t compare to an hour spent working in the garden, or fixing that squeaky cupboard door that’s been nagging at me for months.
I’m trying to keep that feeling of satisfaction in mind when considering what to do with myself. I’m hoping to use it as a motivator to get more exercise and be more organized. It’s tricky, though, especially after spending all day at work, then coming home to cook dinner and spend some quality time with Ruby. After she’s in bed, the most appealing thing I can think of is to stretch out on the couch, remote control in hand.