Hi there. I've just joined and am hoping to stop procrastinating after 47 years of it. OK, maybe 40 - I reckon I really didn't start procrastinating til I was about 7 and the need to Tidy My Room became apparent.
I'm a university lecturer and have done reasonably well in my career. But I could do so much better and, even more importantly, would be living with so much less stress and anxiety if I didn't constantly put anything and everything off that doesn't give me immediate pleasure. What I've already read here about procrastination as a problem of impulse control really rang true to me. I've just had a period of research leave from teaching to complete a publication and I didn't procrastinate as badly as I have in the past - but I'm still working up against the book deadline and just /wish/ I'd managed to work this productively right through the leave time. Now I'm going back to teaching. I love teaching and don't tend to procrastinate in relation to that. It's all the administrative bits of my job I don't like - so I put them off, offend and disappoint and stress people and myself, sleep badly and waste time worrying about the things I've put off... And the fact is that none of these things is actually that terrible to do whilst I'm actually doing them. There are also some small writing tasks I procrastinate around, such as corrections to articles. I'm the world's worst completer-finisher. I love the New Idea, starting out. Then I sometimes struggle with the bulk of the research and writing but usually manage to get it done somewhere around the deadline...and then...it starts. The bits that a good kid on Work Experience could do, the looking up missing references, the proofing, the actual sending it off to the publisher - everything takes longer than I think it will and half the time I don't even feel I really know what I'm doing or how to start - even though it's my own work I'm finishing!
I also put off anything domestic - including, yes, tidying my home office - except for cooking. So my partner gets lots of lovely home cooked food but has to do EVERYTHING else (including clearing up after my cooking) or it wouldn't get done - there would be no toilet paper or bills paid or plants watered or bath cleaned or...etc etc. Before I moved in with him my home looked like an episode of The Young Ones, if anyone remembers that. And it isn't that I enjoy living in mess - I love the house to look nice and it's so much calmer. Again, none of these things are so terrible once you I get doing them. Just occasionally we have a big cleaning day together and I really quite enjoy it. My partner is great and would like to get down to a writing project himself so it's not fair that he has to do everything. (Although I should say in my defence that the food here's /really/ good).
Already I've seen a number of situations written about here that are very much more difficult than mine, so I hope all this doesn't seem ridiculously self-indulgent. I have been very lucky in many, many ways and obviously I get enough done to hold down my job. But I honestly think I could live a really lovely, exciting, stress-free life which would be much /more/ pleasurable if I didn't have this child-like desire only to do immediatlely pleasureable things!
Good wishes to all,