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Showing posts with label Procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Procrastination. Show all posts

Wednesday, 7 January 2026

Procrastination

According to the Oxford English the word ‘Procrastination’ is derived from the Latin ‘procrastinare’ which translates into: the prefix pro-, 'forward', and the suffix – ‘crastinus’, meaning 'till next day'. Which is fair enough, some things have to be done tomorrow or next week or year. But ‘Procrastination’ comes with an overtone of dawdling or dallying (which is a word I quite like).

procrastination clock
I actually don’t like procrastination. I like getting stuff done and out of the way. I can then relax. I like a ‘to do’ list in the morning with things done from yesterday that I can put a line through.

I was thinking that there would be a single word to describe getting stuff done in time but the various synonym sites don’t think there is one. I think there should be. As procrastination comes from the Latin I’m going to follow the same path.

Using a couple of Google sites I’m going with ‘in tempore suo’ which means ‘in its time’. I think I can use ‘in’ as the first part of my new word. How about ‘tempor’, so that’s ‘intempor. I’m presuming I can mess about with the ending as ‘suo’ could be tricky and anyway ‘tinus’ goes to ‘tinate’. I’m going for ‘intempesate’. Then it could be intempestation.

I’ve just looked it up and there are no references to such a word other than what seems like a misspelling in a paper’s records in the 19th century.

the intempestate man is able to relax
When I was looking up various sites about procrastination I came across pages and pages of self help advice as to how to avoid it. For instance this from The Writing Center, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill:
...It can be difficult to tell when you are procrastinating. Think about the clues that tell you that’s what you’re doing: for example, a nagging voice in your head, a visual image of what you are avoiding or the consequences of not doing it, physical ailments (stomach tightness, headaches, muscle tension), inability to concentrate, inability to enjoy what you are doing.... 

How do you procrastinate? Try to ignore the task, hoping against hope that it will go away?

Over- or under-estimate the degree of difficulty that the task involves?

Minimize the impact that your performance now may have on your future?

Substitute something important for something really important? (For example, cleaning instead of writing.) 

The University’s advice for those with a problem is actually good and useful for all and not just students. And even if one is not a procrastinator then the following is appropriate:
‘While you are thinking about where to write, consider also when you will write. When are you most alert? Is it at 8 a.m., mid-morning, mid-afternoon, early evening, or late at night? Try to schedule writing time when you know you will be at your best. Don’t worry about when you “should” be able to write; just focus on when you are able to write.’

When I was looking stuff up I also came across the fascinating Roman poet Marcus Valerius Martialis. Apparently he is best known for his epigrams, which became popular and influential in European poetry over a millennium after his death. 

M Valeri Martialis
In these short, witty poems he satirises city life and the scandalous activities of his acquaintances, and romanticises his provincial upbringing. And some of these poems made me blush. He wrote a total of 1,561 epigrams and also coined the word plagiarism.

Procrastination by Marcus Valerius Martialis (c. 40-104)

LVIII

To Morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what far Country does this Morrow lye,
That 'tis so mighty long e'er it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this Morrow live?
'Tis so far fetch'd this Morrow, that I fear
'Twill be both very Old, and very Dear.
To Morrow I will live, the Fool does say;
To Day it self's too late, the Wise liv'd Yesterday.

Translated by Abraham Cowley (1618-1667)

from M. Valeri Martialis Epigrammaton, Liber Quintus

Thanks for reading, Terry Q

Tuesday, 6 January 2026

Procrastination

 

“Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.”

A statement attributed to Benjamin Franklin, and one of my dad’s favourite sayings. I’m not sure if he lived by it, but he was a busy man for most of his life and was always doing something. He made lists, meticulously handwritten on plain paper folded into three. He never used lined paper and it was always folded that way. Items were crossed off with one neat line upon completion. Unfinished tasks would be carried on to the list for the next day. This was likely to be, ‘Write to Alan’. I don’t think the delay was procrastination as much as it was waiting for the right moment. Alan was his brother and at this time would be living in Virginia, USA. The letter, when it happened, took time and lots of thought until it was perfectly paragraphed on to a couple of sheets of thin, pale blue, airmail stationery. These days, they would be emailing across the Atlantic, but my dad missed out on such communication. Anyway, letter written and crossed off. I don’t remember him ever losing his list. No, of course he wouldn’t. Not pedantic, but certainly a perfectionist.

Maybe I should take after him more and keep a list. I’d be less likely to put things off until I genuinely forget. Like the room upstairs, the attic and the shed. Oh, I think I’ve just listed everything. Thank goodness it’s not written down.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned our damp-proofing before. It happened in the summer and lots of things got packed up and stored upstairs. Those things were added to when more remedial work was needed. The original plan to paint walls and put the house on the market was and still is delayed. We can’t possibly need everything. I haven’t taken one thing out of a box since they were put away in June. Downstairs is quite spartan – I put a few books back on shelves, a priority – but we are preparing to move. I decided to sort the boxes out before Christmas and make the spare room look less like hoarding.

A much better idea was to shut the door on everything, go and spend some quality time in Dumfries & Galloway and enjoy a pre-Christmas break. That’s exactly what we did.

We came back in December, in time to put the Christmas tree up and a few festive bits in the front room. From the loft I called down to my husband, who was on the landing, that I would get round to sorting the ‘jumble sale’ out in the New Year and that it’s ridiculous, as is the spare room and the shed. I’m married to a wise man who wouldn’t see the need to remind me of how many times I’ve previously mentioned it.

Procrastination. That must be me. We’re in the New Year now, so I’ll see how I get on.

My Haiku,

I’m making a list
And it’s quickly grown too long.
My ‘need to do’ jobs.

More space is needed,
I must sort out the loft room.
I’ll do it next week.

And empty the shed
Of the accumulated
Packaging mountain.

PMW 2026

Happy New Year to all. Thanks for reading, Pam x

Sunday, 7 August 2016

Tomorrow Never Comes!

Preface: For once I was prepared, organised and poised over the keyboard.  I wrote the piece, found an appropriate picture, composed a poem (of sorts) and prepared to send.  Searching for the email address I discovered, to my horror, that the title wasn’t Tomorrow Never Comes, as I’d thought, but Tomorrow Never Knows.   Well, it didn’t know what an idiot I was, that’s for sure.  So, due to lack of time, here is the original (with apologies to all concerned)……

When my children were little I couldn’t wait for tomorrow, the day that never came. Everything would be calmer, happier, easier, better.  Of course, it never was.  Each day was a challenge.  Having three children with fewer than four years between them it was never going to be anything else.  I was desperate for the crawler to start walking, the chatterbox to stop talking; the baby to sleep more than two hours at a time; and for nappies to be consigned forever to nappy heaven.  I couldn’t think further than tomorrow, and for the relief it would bring that today was now yesterday.

Just recently, I discovered some old diaries.  Oh, the angst, the despair, the constant guilt whatever I did, the tales of woe that were so important at the time.  One particular day was an all-time low.  I put the baby in the big Silver Cross pram.  He cried.  I put the toddler on the pram seat.  She cried.   I pushed the pram out of the house, holding the hand of my big boy, who I realise now was really hardly more than a baby himself.  As I walked like a zombie through Layton the baby and the toddler continued to cry, the big boy tripped and hurt his knee.  He cried. We walked on.  I felt tears pricking at my eyes. I steered the pram around and headed back.  The four of us cried all the way home.  If their dad had been with us I’m sure he would have cried too.  And if I could have snapped my fingers and had one wish that day, it would have been for time to miraculously move on ten, or even twenty years.  I wanted to leap through all my tomorrows to a time when I could cope again.

Fortunately, like giving birth, the pain and stress of my children’s early years has gradually faded into fuzzy memories, and, donning rose coloured spectacles, I think back fondly to the excited faces at Christmas and birthdays; the stories and cuddles under the covers; and the funny sayings that  have gone down in family history.

These days I’m quite glad if tomorrow never comes.  I can’t keep up with today, never mind tomorrow. As a chronic procrastinator with a deadline and midnight approaching I would love to slow down time, put off tomorrow for as long as possible.  The first time I heard the Beatles’ ‘When I’m Sixty Four,’ I never dreamed that it would apply to me.  On my birthday this year an old friend sang the whole song down the phone to me.  Halfway through I realized with shock and not a little sadness that tomorrow really had come.  I’d turned into my mum.  Her voice echoes in my head as I go through the name of every family member before finally settling on the correct one for the person waiting patiently in front of me.

Holding off tomorrow has become my life’s work since retirement.  I see the days, months and years slipping away from me – it’s Thursday again, we have the grandchildren;  August, must be Turkey;  2016, dad’s ninetieth birthday, how on earth did that happen?  My parents were always going to live forever.  I don’t want tomorrow sneaking up on them.   I add them to my list of reasons for slowing down time.

For now, I'm happy to live for today. Long may tomorrow stay safely in the distant future...

1982 - before tomorrow came!
Tomorrow Never Comes
Tomorrow
I’ll make a list
Sort out that room
Clean the cooker
Phone the dentist
Send that invoice
Edit those pictures
Contact the gas people
Do the ironing
Tidy those drawers
Empty the dishwasher
Mop the floor
Go to Sainsburys
Fill up with petrol
File my papers
Delete the rubbish on the Mac
Cull my friends’ list
Start my diet
Finish that story
Reply to emails
Get two birthday cards
Phone mum
Google Pokemon Go
Apply for a commission
Find an agent
Write that blog
 
Write that blog
 
Write that blog.
 
Thanks for reading, Jill Reidy.