a bit about my past
I think I’ve always been a procrastinator. As far back as I can remember, I was doing things at the last minute – often to the point of panic.
But in the last few years it’s gotten worse. Maybe it’s because I’ve made a habit of it, and the habit just gets stronger. Maybe it’s because I can usually get away with it? Maybe it’s because I’m not really that into what I’m doing. Maybe it’s because of a million and one reasons that I haven’t thought of yet.
Regardless, it’s a problem.
And it’s a problem that I’ve tried to fix. I have resolved to myself time and time again that I will be better. And then I’m never better. Cue repeat.
I procrastinated in high school. I procrastinated in my undergrad degree. I procrastinated in my master’s degree. The worst was my master’s degree: with repeated extensions and late penalties. Still, I didn’t really finish everything: there are still two projects outstanding, leaving me in a weird limbo where I don’t feel I can move on until the projects are complete.
I need to fix myself. Because I can’t continue like this.