Tuesday, December 17, 2013

How Procrastination Can Amuse and Change Your Life

Two of the grands agree that the best way to procrastinate is in your PJs with a book

On March 11 of this year I included a partial list of how I see people gumming up their lives, and then I cleverly forgot about writing the sequels. So you will see that I added two more items to the list:
  1. laziness
  2. lack of exercise and an improper diet
  3. fear 
  4. greed and stinginess
  5. depression/anxiety
  6. drugs and/or alcohol
  7. poor choices in relationships
  8. guilt from real mistakes or imaged mistakes
  9. too much TV or cyber instruments
  10. meaninglessness
  11. unwillingness to change or fear of change
  12. loathing of self
  13. anger and hatred of self or others
  14. narrow mindedness
  15. purposely failing so you stay stuck
  16. not paying attention to your internal radar
  17. procrastination, ha!
I often amuse myself and I feel that it is one of my finest features. Just now for example I was about to embark on a very serious tome about procrastination and found myself downstairs rummaging around the kitchen for something to eat. Mind you, I'm not one bit hungry, instead I was senselessly fleeing from the subject at hand. Duh!

Some  clients I've worked with have been ridiculously good at procrastination. I go out of my way to point out that this is a waste of time, talent and further more, the loss of a good opportunity. I say that, except that it isn't always true. In fact the reason most people procrastinate is that there is usually a reward hooked up in the delay. 


Case in point. Recently my neighbor's sheep all escaped and roamed into our yard, chomping madly. I thought this was really funny to have a free mow but Mr. G was less amused. So he swore he was going to rush out there and round them up, driving them back--- cowboy style--to the farm from whence they fled. Except he got distracted by an article he was reading and the next thing we knew our sheep banditos had mosied back home all by themselves, wagging their tails behind them. Sometimes the old saw, 'don't just stand there do something' is better reversed: "don't do something, just stand there'.  So there is apparently an art to procrastination. When applied lightly, it will serve you well. 

 Things have gotten so bad, I'm going to join Procrastinators Anonymous.....Soon.                                                 Sally Popin

Then there's the other form of procrastination which is more tortured for both those witnessing and those caught in the throes of ineptitude. In my work I found the clients who were the worst procrastinators were usually bound up in perfectionism, laziness or fear. Many a time a client and I had to brainstorm rewards or as a last resort [with their permission] blackmail to get results. "How desperately do you want this to get this book done?" I asked a favorite client and she answered 'desperately'. Alas, since the rewards we planned together were not effective, we resorted to blackmail. She wrote a check out to an organization that she found revolting [I believe it was to 'Newt for President' or something anti-feminist] and I accepted it and said, "I'll gladly send the check if you don't complete the agreed upon chapters." Blackmail won the day, the book got finished. You'd think that the imagined satisfaction from completing the book, even a difficult one, would spur someone on to finish. Sadly, for that client and many others, you'd be wrong. 


The perfect is the enemy of the good.                     Voltaire
Perfectionism has a halo for a disguise. People say rather proudly, "well, you know I'm something of a perfectionist..." and I'd think: "and you either have OCD or are a terrible procrastinator." Neither of which is something to brag about. I think most people realize that most phobias are based on fear and perfectionism is a kissing cousin to obsessive compulsive disorder, hence, fear based. Where the perfectionist gets in their own way is by saying to themselves, "this could be so much better if I just_________[fill in the blank], so can't finish this now, I'll work on it later." Deadly words. And  I know as does Mr. G [who was a boss of many people], this is the nightmare of many a boss-- to have a perfectionist on their staff.

So how do you wrench someone away from their erroneous thoughts? Slowly, slowly let them come to the conclusion that change is possible and imperfection makes the world go round. By definition humans are defined as being flawed, lovely, complex, complicated and interesting creatures. Perfect is not possible for anyone except babies. We are not gods or goddesses. You will makes mistakes, errors, slips of judgement and the most mature posture you can take afterwords is to gleefully admit your mistake and move on. I tell my clients, "anything worth doing is worth doing..." they guess, "well" and the answer is "Badly!" In other words, get it done even if it feels uncomfortable because it could be better.
The message is kind of heavy but it works

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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Our Dear Mom and Dad's Anniversary

On this day 70 years ago Bob and Jane were married
Dear all,
This is going to be a quick post because I  want to get this out to all of you. The hurry is that I want you all to remember Bob and Jane and honor them with blessed and loving thoughts. This would have been their 70th wedding anniversary.

I have this picture on my fridge showing off one of Dad's exquisite talents---making our mother laugh. He looks like he's attempting to sit in her hap and also that he is about to kiss her. I love that and to see them laughing together was always a fond memory for me. 

These weren't perfect people and it wasn't a perfect marriage but it was a loving one that filled our house with laughter and song. Had they lived, and he not died at the untimely age of only 67, they would be nearly 94 [Dad] and almost 93 [Mom]. I cherish the marriage they had, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in snowstorm or a sunny beach day I can only say, ain't we got fun. 

I miss them both and feel so grateful that we had them as parents and they were such good grandparents to all of you, serving as a role model for all of us. 

Please add any comments or funny stories to this post if you'd like.

much love to all , S

susansmagicfeather copyright 2013 Susan R. Grout all rights reserved

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

When I am Hopelessly Lost



I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see.
Amazing Grace, traditional

She who hesitates is not only lost, but miles from the next exit.   Anon
 One of my least amusing, tragic flaws is that I tend to 'lose it' [pun unfortunate] when I'm lost. I absolutely hate it and my behavior reflects it. This most often occurs when I'm without a map or only have an inadequate map and am driving around an unfamiliar city. I get in a fury trying to become reoriented. 

This most recently happened with my grandkids in San Francisco. I thought we were so smart because we had perfect directions to the spot where we were dropping off our grandson, it was a breeze. Then, when we went to pick him up, I thought I knew where to get back on the freeway but I was deeply wrong. What seemed like hours [in fact it was minutes] later, after uttering a few choice swear words, my grandson finally said, "Turn here, Nana..." and he was right. We got back on the freeway and to his house with no further ado. 

I apologized to all of them. I was a big pill, grumbling and possibly frightening the kids and I really was ashamed of myself for making such a fuss. I remembered a story that my niece told me about swearing. Her darling, precocious two and a half year old daughter was in the car with her when she uttered a very risque swear word. After she'd calmed down she said to the little girl "I'm so sorry, Mommy said a very bad word." Then my grandniece said in her little fairy voice, "Oh, you could just say 'house' instead." Good solution, out of the mouth of babes. 

As for another solution, one of my sisters says when she gets lost, "I look upon it like it's adventure," to which I'm thinking "after riding with me when I'm lost it would be an adventure in hell."

So I'm asking myself, 'why do I get so agitated?' I was never left by the side of the road by my parents. Yes, I was under supervised and probably got lost quite a bit when I first started driving, but, come on, I surely could get over that. 

Some obvious questions you might have for me are: "why don't you have GPS?' Answer, "we don't have a smart phone, only stupid, simple cellphones.". Then also, "why didn't you ask for help?" Ah, it was dark at night and I truly believed that if I just kept going in a certain direction I would see some signs. I was wrong. Wrong in the wrong direction is not good. Next, you might wonder, "shouldn't you plan your trip in advance?" To which I can only reply "shut up". 


Each time I forget to have specific instructions on how to get somewhere I vow it will never happen again. But it does. So how about if I make a formal declaration of 'dependency' on a plan. "I promise to know where I'm going at all times." That's quite a goal. And of course, if I don't remember to make a solid plan I'll probably get lost again...but this time I could just say "house" instead.

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