Procrastination = BIGGER NUMBERS
Those of you who read my reflection last week would be aware that my Lenten challenge this year was to get on the bathroom scales on Easter Day and look at the numbers 68.5. How hard can it be, right? So, how did I go?
Not too bad as it turns out. The numbers I saw on easter Day were 68.8, which was close, and given that the scales always weigh heavy on a Sunday, I thought that was pretty good.
During Lent, I learnt that if I just did an extra kilometre of a morning (so 6 kilometres instead of the usual 5), my weight got down to an acceptable level and stayed there. It was much and extra, and my sense of ‘What a good boy am I’ was elevated. Not to do this extra bit or to miss the shuffle around the Lake altogether had dire consequences and saw a completely different set of numbers appear on the scales.
So I learnt what I had to do, what would work, and from now on it’s just a matter OF doing it whenever I need to. This is also true of a lot of other things. I know what I have to do. I know I need to do it, and if I really want to achieve A, B, and 3.5#@, then what I really need to do is take a deep breath and get on with it. Sometimes this means making that uncomfortable phone call. Or it might mean going to the ‘sad people’ or raking the leaves or drafting that carefully worded email. Stuff I know I must and need to do, but for whatever reason, I’m a bit reluctant to go for it. I conclude, therefore, that Procrastination = bigger numbers on the bathroom scales.