Yes, that’s me. Madame Procrastinator Supreme. Always have been. It drives me crazy, as well as everybody else. You’d think that by the age of 70 I might be over it.
After all I have managed to deal with many other annoying habits I have carried with me throughout my life. Like biting my nails. I hoped I would get over it when my childhood ended. No luck. I was actually 60 before I managed to beat this little devil. At least I won’t go to my death bed with chomped down nails. These days I even wear nail polish sometimes.
One of my worst habits has always been my sulking and withdrawal. When something did not suit me, or I wanted to be right, or wanted my way, I sulked to the point of passive aggressive behavior, something I inherited from my mother. Friends and work colleagues didn’t know about this, I mostly used it with my partner. Poor Thierry suffered a lot from it. I remember a couple of dreadful times. Once I had asked him to pick me up late at night from a workshop. He suggested I ask one of the other participants so he did not have to make an extra journey. I was appalled, why couldn’t he come and fetch me? I sulked, and refused to ask anyone for a ride. I ended up walking 5 long miles in the middle of the night in pouring rain before I phoned him and told him what I was doing. Another time I remember walking out of the house and walking through town, and not really knowing what I was going to do. I mean, where could I run away to? How childish that was.
It was when I began living my lesbian life that it all fell apart. Women just did not seem to notice when I sulked, or worse still, they had the same habit! When I got together with Judy five years ago, I got into my usual pattern of sulks and withdrawal when she did something I didn’t like. Watching TV for instance. Or reading when I wanted to sleep. Of course I could not just be straightforward and ask her to stop. I know she would have been quite sensitive to my needs, but I was so used to making myself and everyone miserable that I just could not stop.
Judy hardly noticed. That annoyed me even more! I would sometimes burst into angry tears. “Can’t you see how miserable I am?” I would say and then would storm out of the room. She would go back to her book until I got over it – in fact she treated me as a responsible adult instead of an unruly child.
I can’t remember quite when I “got” it, but thank goodness I no longer feel the need to sulk, and my passive aggressive behavior is a thing of the past. I am so much happier now.
But this procrastination thing is still very much with me. I make lists of “to do” things, and then only do the things that are easy. I really enjoy doing laundry and ironing and cooking, and playing scrabble of course.
At the moment I have been procrastinating painting a door which is half done, several weeks have passed since I started this job. I enjoy painting, so why can’t I finish it?
And the main reason for writing this blog is that I have also been procrastinating writing it for some weeks. I feel guilty and ashamed, wishing it would all go away. I don’t want to let Thierry down. I even enjoy writing – so what IS the problem?
I know I am also supposed to connect with other bloggers to widen my audience, but asking for help – well that is another big block for me. Oh how I make my life complicated and difficult.
How can I help myself? Who will help me? I can’t just give up. I want to get my life in order over the next ten or twenty years so I won’t have to do it all again next time.
Anyway, you can see I have done it – AT LAST.
Now I will reward myself by doing something else really fun.








































