On the path to greatness, there will be 100 overcomings.
I will chronicle my attempts to overcome procrastination. My technique is to start small, really small.
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Why have I not weed-eated (weed-ate?) any portion of the lawn all summer? Is it a moral failing that means I will never, ever *really* be an adult? Only a few years ago, I would have looked at it that way. And that's a darn shame.
In reality, the first problem is that I had the wrong tool. For some reason, in one of the rare occasions I have ever talked to a sales clerk, I was convinced to buy an extremely heavy brush weed-eater. I used it a few times last summer, and it is just pure torture. I would hurt for days afterward.
I thought about it for a while, and bought a more light-weight weed-eater. Which ended up sitting in its box for a week.
A few of the days it rained, but ultimately the reason I waited was a small bit of trepidation about looking though new stuff and putting it together. At some point I realize this wait was becoming some serious procrastination, so I went my favorite tool: the to-do list.
item one: open the box
item two: work 3 minutes to see if you can understand the wires, etc.
The result? In 2 minutes and 30 seconds I had the battery plugged in an decent notion of where everything should go. Now that the project is started, I can be up and weed-eating in the cool of the evening or tomorrow morning.
And perhaps never again (or at least not for years) will I let our lawn areas look so unruly. (Whether or not someone should even have a lawn is another question, one my wife, alas, has answered in the affirmative).
