Cowardy custard

Hello there

For my first blog, I thought I would make a confession.

I’m a procrastinator. It manifests in strange ways, but, as you might expect, involves trying to avoid situations which I know I should tackle.

The prime example – on a regular basis – would be work. Probably no surprises there, and I wouldn’t be Robinson Crusoe.

With a job that involves deadline after deadline, you might think I would have learned to juggle them, to work my way through them one by one, in a sensible, mature and logical way, but no. In my world, things often get put off to the very last minute so I have to go hell-for-leather to get it all done. I actually think I produce better work when the pressure is on, but the stress levels are ridiculous.

What is really odd is when I actually want to do something, and I find ways to put it off.

Case in point. Having taken up kayaking a few years ago, I realised the best way to hone my skills would be to join a club.

I found one. Then I developed frozen shoulder and couldn’t paddle for over a year. So, back to the water, but did I join the club?

Nope. Every excuse in the book…until last week, when I finally went down to see what it was all about.

Result? Nice bunch of people. Very welcoming. It would be good to be a part of it.

So I said I would be back this week, with kayak. And then spent most of a sleepless night last night trying to work out excuses not to go!

But go I did. And guess what? Nice bunch of people. Very welcoming. Very helpful. Lots of good advice and a beautiful morning on the river.

I’m ready to go again. And I’ve just written the membership cheque.

Procrastinate? Who? Me? Nah.