Today I'm thinking of that ugly word, procrastination. Ugly, because it has so many negative connotations. It comes from the Latin prō- meaning forward, and crāstinus meaning of tomorrow. So how did such a potentially up-beat word end up meaning to postpone or delay needlessly, or to use the dictionary, to put off doing something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.
I have been procrastinating about my role in remodeling the kitchen. It's my job to paint the cabinets and their doors. Last fall, I started the doors, in hopes that seeing them would inspire (motivate?) Ken to do his part, which involves taking down the cabinets, replacing the wall, and putting in a new countertop, sink and dishwasher. Suffice it to say that no one has worked on the kitchen in a year.
Why do we procrastinate? Is it that the job looks too big, so we put off starting it? Or maybe it's a much-detested task, one that we postpone indefinitely in the hopes that someone else will do it for us. Or, maybe, we're just lazy.
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