But first (ha ha!), here’s the latest new one that made me want to write this. And here’s an old post of mine presenting two opposed perspectives on procrastination, one heroic, one subversive. So there you have three other theories of procrastination (four, actually: the first link talks about procrastination as a time-management error before proposing that it may instead be a mood-regulation error).
So here’s mine.
For us to do anything challenging, and particularly anything creative, our regular everyday self has to get out of the way, and it doesn’t want to.
Our regular everyday self wants the credit for the work, and the gratification of having done the work, but in fact it cannot and does not DO the work. For the work to happen, our regular everyday self not only has to sacrifice the petty, reliable pleasures with which it lines its cozy nest and shores itself up; it has to sacrifice itself. It has to go away. It has to cease to exist for an indefinite unbounded while, a little death that for all it knows might be the big death. For the regular everyday self, this is not only unpleasant, it’s terrifying. It will put up a fight for hours, for days. Procrastination is its rear-guard action. A miniature version of this battle must be fought at the entrance to every workout, every workday.
But you can’t go in at the deep end with your clothes on. You have to shuck your regular everyday self: it’s the entrance requirement of the creative realm. Once you do, and only then, new stuff can come through, into the world through you.
And then at the end of the day or the task, your regular everyday self comes back and celebrates to find itself still alive and possessed of this new stuff that it can show off. The creative doesn’t need to celebrate. It just goes off looking for some other place where it can get into the world.
/my theory of procrastination. But does it help? It helps me.
Ron here…in a contest based on a cocktail I made! I need some voters who are on Facebook also!
Thanks a bunch! Ron
Added: I have a Ginger Rogers post up at the Classic Movie Blog. Check it out here!
Hot enough to melt people’s brains.
A friend of mine, Heather Fallon, posted this example to FaceBook:
Posted Friday, 7/25
A few days ago, 9 year old Jake and our 14 year old neighbor, ventured out (with full parental permissions) on their bikes, wearing helmets, with cell phones, cash, and water bottles, for a 3 mile bike ride (sidewalk the WHOLE route) to the comic book store. Just as they got to their destination, two deputy sheriffs AND a state trooper pulled up in front of them. Someone called 911 and said “it’s way too hot for two young boys to be riding bikes.” The caller described the youngest boy as being “FIVE”. His neighborhood friend who has been our neighbor for 14 years (ALL OF JAKE’S LIFE), when asked by the Po-Po, said Jake was “I dunno. Like 5 or 6 maybe.” Parents were called and went and retrieved the boys. I wasn’t there but I think Billy asked the cops something like, “WTF? Y’all got nuthin’ better to do? THREE cop cars had to respond? They had helmets. They biked together. They had a phone and made a call home at their halfway mark. We finally get them out of the video game CAVE and What did they do WRONG?” They answered a complaint from someone alleging two boys were in danger. From heat. Outside. In Florida. In July. And then just as the words “heat exhaustion” were mentioned, Jake hurled red Gatorade.
Yep. Reminds me of the police showing up in force at my house late last year because someone called the cops on me for having abducted a child. The child was my daughter, and apparently someone heard me tell her, “Catherine, I won’t leave you behind. I will never leave you behind,” and took that to mean I was kidnapping her. (What I was actually doing was reassuring my very cranky child that I wasn’t, you know, going to leave her behind someplace.)
All of which gets me to a conversation at our household this morning:
Wife: It’s National Parents Day!
Wife: I think this means we can run away!
Daughter: _I_ don’t want to run away!
Wife: You weren’t invited!
I’m pretty sure that could get us arrested.
There is no particular reason for this post….I just feel the blog should not be left alone for so long!
I’m in a writing mood, and I was wondering…
How is everyone doing? 1-10 scale, 10 being high, how’s your life overall at the moment?
Is there something right now that makes you super happy? or sad?
What’s the best meal you’ve had lately? Did you make it or did you go out?
If you could meet any person from the Classical Age of Greece, who would it be?
If you could meet anyone currently alive who would it be?
It’s summer! Make these!
Pick a song…any song….make a point of singing that song out loud today! Just because! And NOT in the shower! Ron feels just doing so will make you feel better here in the Height of Summer.
Here, concerning Bowe Bergdahl. I don’t like to discuss politics here, so I do it there. Here is for discussing more important issues, such as getting Rick-rolled, or the joy of having a potty trained child.
But this post is one I’d like to spread around a little more.