This equation sums up my week: Procrastination = infestation.
I took way too long to address my “kitchen situation.” Whenever super-strong winds and rain from the north combined and pelted the house, the roof of the bay window in the kitchen would leak badly.
I’d had the problem “solved” by at least two other contractors, but it had come back and I was tired of going through the process. Plus, it hadn’t leaked in a while…
But I had a nagging sense that I should get it checked out. And I quelled that nagging each time it would surface.
By the time I finally got someone to check on it (this week): voila! A full-fledged colony of ants and their cousins and ’em had built a co-op in the kitchen roof. Suffice it to say I still am creeped out by the sheer number of dead itty-bitties under the bay window. Morning and night they keep falling. Ugh!
And I’m beyond annoyed at myself for taking a year and fifty Sundays to attend to a situation that now has expanded to include mold. I won’t even touch the cost issue. Nope. Too painful.
Can I present this scenario as a cautionary tale about procrastination?
Procrastination is a slippery little bugger. It lulls us into a false security wherein we delude ourselves (1) that time is truly on our side and (2) that the situation we’re dealing with isn’t that serious. Both are lies from the pit of hell.
And just like my kitchen scenario, little by little, colonies of infestation are developing while we procrastinate, setting up shop in our lives and causing silent yet deadly destruction.
- It could be that you’re feeling weird, but it’s nothing that you can’t handle, you tell yourself. You’ll find time later to get that sicky feeling checked out. And then you blank out, end up in hospital, and receive a dire diagnosis.
- It could be that you’re putting off building up an emergency fund. Then the boom drops: a genuine emergency shows up and you’re up a gum tree.
- It could be that you’re delaying looking for a new job. Something in you knows that things can’t continue as is, yet you won’t even tentatively search around for job leads. Then you get fired.
- Or it could be that you’re holding on to a dying relationship in hopes that things will turn around. Then your so-called partner turns into Casper and leaves you hanging.
In each case, procrastination has led to some form of infestation of a life. Or of lives.
Whatever’s in a holding pattern in your life, perhaps now’s a good time to drag it out of limbo and take a decisive step to remedy it. Who knows? You just might avoid a costly repair job and the inconvenience (and creepiness) of an infestation.
Are you a procrastinator? Has it become very costly to maintain a lifestyle of procrastination? How so?