For example, here is a list of things I would rather be doing right now than writing this post:
- Taking a nap: The other day, I had this intense three-hour meeting with my pillow. That's what I'm calling naps from now on. There are few things more glorious than climbing into bed during the day and dozing off. And naps are one of the things you always want to do when you're procrastinating.
- Reading magazines: My face is usually buried in a novel or 4000 page opus regarding the science behind why we buy what we do. But my brain craves the literary candy that is fashion magazines. Submerging myself in an opulent photoshoot centered around a $42,000 Chanel watch with diamonds and a black satin strap is my happy fantasy place.
- Pinning stuff on Pinterest: It's ridiculously easy to fall down the Pinterest rabbit hole (find me at Elissa Stern) and nearly impossible to climb out. For example, let's say you're considering a post regarding leopard accessories. Leopard is hot for fall, amirite? So you pin leopard flats, and leopard scarves, and leopard short wedge boots..and knee high boots, and boots with tights and wool shorts, and wool shorts with cardigans, and cardigans, and OH MY GOD IT'S TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING I NEED A SUPPORT GROUP.
- Looking at pictures of Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
Here is a perfectly logical statement: If I am truly meant to stop procrastinating, God would stop putting photos of Jeffrey Dean Morgan on the internet. There. Logic. It makes sense.
- Thinking about what I'm going to have for dinner: I am not a foodie. I could never write passionate diatribes on the benefits of gluten-free cupcakes and the different varieties of sea salt. And yet I'll find myself halfway through my typical breakfast of 1/2 banana, handful of Cracklin' Oat Bran and 16 M&M's and already be contemplating dinner. More specifically, how I can avoid making dinner, because I hate to cook. There, I said it. I'm a 37 year-old stay at home mom and I hate to cook.
- Looking a houses at Realtor.com: Tell me I'm the only one who does this. I'm perfectly happy with my own house. I like living here. Yet I sometimes find myself browsing houses - no, 10,000 square foot mansions - filled with luxurious appointments like private elevators and wine cellars and summer kitchens and cathedral wood-beamed ceilings. I like to imagine myself living in one of these monstrosities - planting succulents in my greenhouse, swimming in my saltwater heated pool, organizing books in my oak-paneled library.
- Refreshing my Twitter feed to see if anyone responded to or retweeted my last tweet: I didn't have a ton of friends growing up. What this means is that, as an adult, I seek validation in how people respond to my tweets. What if I tweet about how listening to Bon Iver always makes me want to wear a lot of velvet and adopt a fawn, and no one retweets it? Then I am nobody! I end up deleting said tweet and pouting for half an hour about how nobody gets my sense of humor.
Are you a procrastinator? What time-sucking activities do you engage in while procrastinating?