I knew this morning that I had a lot of busy work to get done. Detail work. Little tasks that amounted to a whole pile of time. Well, I have accomplished everything I set out to accomplish today and more. I actually completed my syllabus this afternoon. I didn't expect to finish a final draft of that until tomorrow afternoon. However, once I started working on it, I just kept going. It's done, and I feel great about myself. Yes, I am patting myself on the back. This means that I can pretty much relax this evening after my meeting at church.
I wish I cold always feel this productive. I like being ahead of schedule. It puts my mind at ease. But I'm not generally this organized or ambitious. I tend to be a terrible procrastinator. If I hadn't finished my syllabus this afternoon, I probably would have pushed it off until Friday, and then I would have been in a state of panic, considering classes start next Monday. I want to be over-prepared for stuff like that.
I have these two opposing natures: wanting to be over-prepared versus wanting to put everything off until the last minute. It's a terrible dilemma. When push comes to shove, my over-prepared persona wins out. However, I can be easily persuaded by my procrastinating persona to sit on the couch and watch a rerun of M*A*S*H instead.
No M*A*S*H for Saint Marty today. B. J. and Hawkeye will have to stay in the Swamp, drinking by themselves, unless they can convince Colonel Potter to join them.
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| Sorry, boys, not tonight |
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