I didn't think I was one -- a procrastinator, I mean. I was always one of those people who dealt with things quite quickly. You know, the child at school who always got her homework in on time, the person who is for ever punctual. Deal with things, then move on.
So what happened to me?
Nowadays, I open appointment cards and letters and leave them to fester on the mantlepiece behind the china angel for weeks if not months, causing me to miss important appointments. I'll give you an example, I did just that before last Christmas. I had finally plucked up courage to go to the dentist again after XX number of years and had received all my sessions but needed to go back for a check up. Did I go? No. Because the appointment card was filed away behind the angel again. It was only a couple of weeks ago, in May [almost 6 months later] that I received a letter from the dentist saying if I didn't contact them I would be taken off their register. It was a final wake up call for me. I got my butt into action and phoned them to make an appointment. Now I'm safely still on the register.
But why do I keep needing a final prod? I never used to be that way.
Right now I'm procrastinating. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go shopping with my mother. I should have run the bath water by now, but anything to put off getting going. What will probably happen is that I will have another cup of tea, jump in the shower instead to save myself time and be stressed up to the eyeballs to get ready in time.
Why do I do this to myself?