My entire life has been defined by continual instances of procrastination. Whether it was college, law school, my job, or even most recently, wedding tasks, I likely would leave them ’til the eleventh hour.
When I had a paper due in college on a certain date, I likely would have started it the night before. I wouldn’t proofread, I would hustle, hustle, hustle and print it out, thinking, “DONE.” Finals in college meant going to my professor’s dinner party in his fancy house, drinking his wine, THEN I would go home and study. In college, this worked out fine. I graduated magna cum laude. I attempted a similar tactic in law school. Sadly, it turned out that procrastination wasn’t really effective when the professors usually grade you based on one final exam that comprises of an entire semester of reading.
I figured it out, procrastinated less and still…eked out mediocre grades. Needless to say, I did not graduate magna cum laude from law school. My procrastination meant that my first attempt at submitting my law review case note for evaluation, hoping to have it deemed “publishable quality,” was a shoddy and half-hearted attempt. Naturally, my first attempt was shot down. I know I procrastinated for my second attempt, but it was way more intense. For two weeks before it was due with massive efforts at research, footnotes and writing being my life for two weeks before it was due. This time? Success. AND publication.
Of course, these life lessons in “why you shouldn’t procrastinate” never have stuck. I still scramble to get motions and answers on file by the deadline. Such is my life. Most lawyers will probably admit to procrastinating once in awhile, if not often. I don’t think that this quality makes me unique.
My point? Well, in planning a wedding in a short amount of time, procrastination is not an option. I mean, it is, but you’ll really screw up your plans. In any event, I have mostly been staying on top of everything. It’s really a Christmas miracle, if you think about it. The procrastination queen is not procrastinating.
One of my good friends is a fabulous graphic designer, and she created our invitations that really inspired my decor and atmosphere for the entire wedding. She dropped them off at our house the other night and I went to work. By that night, I had nearly cut them all out with my new and nifty paper cutter. The next night? I had finished cutting them out and addressed almost all of them. Yesterday, I went to the post office (got the sullen POST OFFICE WORKER to be nice to me…another Christmas miracle), got our stamps and finished the invitations. Did you HEAR that? With my fiance’s assistance, I finished them in two days. The next morning, they went in the mailbox.
I assume this lack of procrastination must mean that I am ready to get married. I really am.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a motion due tomorrow that I haven’t started. You didn’t expect me to be completely reformed, did you?
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