Odd thought re childhood and why we procrastinate
You know when you're a very, very young child, a toddler, and adults start trying to make you do things? Well, 'trying' is not the operative word. These are HUGE roaring people who are as strong as trees. They are GOING to make you do things. As a small child, you know that when adults say it's bathtime, you're going to be naked in hot water pretty soon, no matter how much you kick and scream. So why do you kick and scream?
Well, you can't stop it, but you can hold it off for as long as possible. That's all you can do. So you do it. It's your first impulse towards autonomy - the first sign that you want to grow up.
I'm wondering if those of us who have serious trouble with procrastination are somehow stuck there. On some level, we think we haven't grown up - we're still helpless, puny little things with huge inescapable forces acting on us. And all we can do is hold it off for as long as possible.
Oh, sure, the little savage gets civilised over time, and kicking and screaming becomes endless hours on the internet, or in bed, or curled up on the floor. But it's the same impulse, isn't it? The impulse to grow up, somehow turned pathetically outside-in. Not realising that WE are now huge roaring people as strong as trees, and that our lives are ours, and that we have a choice.