I’ve been procrastinating on writing a blog post. Obviously.

I started to write a couple weeks ago when I dropped an entire pot of cooked macaroni on the kitchen floor. (Five second rule, right? I mean, it was going into the oven in a mac-and-cheese casserole. And baking kills germs, right?)

But then I realized that I’d already written about dropping the mustard greens. And I’d hate for you to think that kind of thing happens all the time. It does. But I’d hate for you to think it.

So I procrastinated instead of writing.

But this morning in the shower (where most of my brilliant thoughts come to me), I realized something about procrastination that I needed to share:

Procrastination is all about perfectionism.

I’m not putting things off because I don’t care or because I’m lazy. No. I’m putting things off because I’m waiting until I have enough time to attempt to do them perfectly!

Yep. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

I’d imagine it’s easier to get away with this attitude as a housewife. I mean, could you imagine me as an emergency room doctor? “Uh….yeah, wow…that gash needs stitches, like REAL bad. But I have this cool new needle on order that will make the scar look soooo much better. Just keep this towel on it until the needle gets here on Thursday. Or maybe Friday…you know UPS.”

Now, I didn’t go to medical school, but I’m thinking that isn’t going to fly.

And that’s when the analogy hit me…I just need to relax into living my life as a form of triage. Whatever is bleeding the most, gets the most immediate attention. It doesn’t have to be done perfectly…it just has to be done. And I bet once I stop stressing about the big things, I’ll eventually get around to the little things.

Wait.

That kind of sounded like I’m still procrastinating on the little things. Argh…this made so much more sense in the shower! Lemme put some more thought into it, and I’ll get back to you later.

(Aw, crap. I just did it again, didn’t I?)