My Downfall

So, I am sitting in my room writing this blog and really I should be cleaning my room and tending to other items on my ever-growing to do list...but instead I have chosen to sit here on my computer for nearly the past two hours not really doing anything. Way to go Katlin. Procrastination has always been something I am really bad about. If I can put something off, I will. I always get those things done on time but apparently I really enjoy making myself miserable and extremely stressed by not working on those tasks until the last possible moment! Just so you know...my room has been messy probably since about...March. I still have binders and things sitting around from State FCCLA Conference (which was March 30-April 1) as well as graduation gifts and cards and bags and clothes from random trips I have gone on throughout the summer. Awesome. And what's worse is that I have told myself countless times that I NEED to clean my room but I come up here to do it and I find something else to do that is more appealing (such as taking a nap, or in this case, writing a blog). 

The stress that comes from the procrastination is not something that I always handle with grace but through the years I have begun to get better at it. I like to blame this nasty habit of mine on 4-H. You probably won't understand this unless you were in 4-H but every 4-Her knows that the fair projects are never done until the night before judging and sometimes not even started until the week of judging. So the whole "goal oriented" business that comes with 4-H is really a good idea but we all know that 4-Hers don't set goals for themselves until shortly before fair so that we can have something to put on our write-up. So, when I first joined 4-H back when I was in elementary school and experienced the infamous "night before fair" for the first time I cried...a lot! I wanted to get everything done but I didn't see how I was going to be able to get all of my projects done before the next morning. This trend continued for the next few years...long enough that my dad began to label that Wednesday night "cry night" because he knew it would be stressful and a 7th grade girl isn't usually one to deal with stress well. :) Now, the "cry night" hasn't happened for several years but the stress is still there and this procrastination business is something that I try to improve upon constantly but I have yet to master it...dang.

Maybe college will help me kick that habit ;)

Off to clean!