When I was in middle school and high school, my mom went to the beauty shop every Saturday. And yes, that’s what it was called back in the day — the beauty shop.
She would be gone for about three hours, and before she left, she would give me a list of chores to accomplish while she was gone.
This is where my advanced mathematical abilities came into play.
I would carefully calculate how long each chore should take. Then I would subtract that number from the three hours she would be gone and determine exactly how long I could wait before starting.
Side note: I have never been good at math.
As you might imagine, this system seldom worked.
I would miscalculate the time (shocking), get distracted, or decide that something else was suddenly very important. Inevitably, the chores would not be finished when she got home.
Looking back, I realize this has been a recurring theme throughout my life.
School work.
Housework.
Work work.
If something can be procrastinated, there is a good chance I have tried.
And yet here I am. It’s Sunday night. 10:00 p.m.
Working on my weekly post.
Apparently, I am still practicing procrastination math.
But I’m also working on something new — a mantra I’m trying to adopt:
I keep promises I make to myself.
This post is short, but it’s here.
Perfect? No.
Acceptable? Pretty much.
Let’s keep working on this journey together, my friends.
Well… after a nap.
But first a nap 