They call me The Great Procrastinator because I’m always putting things off. I started writing this post this morning and now it’s ten hours later and I’m only on the second sentence. A lot has happened since I started it. Studs Terkel died since I started. He was also a great procrastinator. He postponed his death until today and died at the age of 96. I guess I would like to emulate him. I better keep writing so I finish this post before I turn 96–or die.
But back to me, The Great Procrastinator. Ha! You thought I would wander off on a tangent–again–didn’t you? But, no! I just wanted to illustrate how I procrastinate. I was born a month late. I graduated from the eighth grade in nine years, ten if you include kindergarten. I went to high school for six years–and didn’t graduate! I just kind of put it off. And then I kept putting off going to college until I was in my thirties. I didn’t have my first son until I was thirty-three. I didn’t get my bacheor’s until I was thirty-seven. I FINALLY got my Ph.D. when I was forty-eight. I have a website that I started way back in 2003. It’s just now starting take on the semblance of a website. I like to think about how I should be doing something instead of actually doing it. I really can’t start a project until I feel guilty for procrastinating.
But there is one thing that I won’t put off: The End.