Yeah, I so get this.

I am a HUGE procrastinator. That’s because I like my instant gratification instantly, and if I’m procrastinating, it means I’m putting off something that’s lower on the gratification scale.

A true statement. I am caught up on the laundry. The grocery shopping.  I’ve even staged Christmas gifts for packing and sending, and it’s only October.  Yes, no limits to what I can do.

Except for what I really should be doing. And I’m hard on myself for it, too.

I’m sure these are all valid causes of procrastination.

But then, I sat down to do what I’d been putting off, and it flowed like a river, like Class 3 rapids–moderate difficulty with passages clear.

And suddenly, an epiphany: I hadn’t been procrastinating at all.  I’d been mulling. Concepts had been steeping, like a deep, dark brew. Processing had been going on in the background all along.

Sometimes, putting things off isn’t procrastination at all. It’s giving thoughts, ideas and concepts a chance to work themselves out in my brain.

Makes perfect sense.

That’s my story, anyway, and I’m stickin’ to it.