I have no idea if Procratinatic is a word, but the delight if the English language is that it looks as though it should, even if it doesn’t; To be procrastinatic is to have the characteristics of, or tendency toward procrastination. I should know, I’m an expert at it.
But it comes in bursts, I’m not like it all the time, and it is something that I have struggled against it. One of the ways in which I defeat it is to look at what I am doing, or more importantly what I am avoiding doing and why, and then embrace it. Dive in to the task and do so with gusto.
Now, procrastination isn’t really connected to issues that I have had over the last few weeks where some of my posts have been, to say the least, feebly pathetic. I offer no excuses for that, I quite agree they were feeble and pathetic.
Now, to jerk me out of that frame of mind, this morning it was delivered of me what was termed a”Right Royal. Dorset Bollocking”. Actually, the right royal bit is mine. It went along the lines of “Why have your posts been so rubbish?” “Well…” I replied, and delivered a feeble excuse to which the riposte was “It just isn’t good enough, I expect better of you, now get on with it”
Well, there isn’t a lot you can say to that is there? Indeed, the only thing to do is to just get on with it. I type this with a smile on my face.