pro·cras·ti·nate (pr-krst-nt, pr-)
v. pro·cras·ti·nat·ed, pro·cras·ti·nat·ing, pro·cras·ti·nates
To put off doing something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.
To postpone or delay needlessly.
Tomorrow? I’m sorry I am busy tomorrow. I’ll be busy working out, cleaning house, getting pictures hung on the walls, and writing. I have been meaning to start eating healthy and working out regularly. Tomorrow is the day. Yes, I’ll start that tomorrow. My workouts have been going pretty well, *pats self on back* but starting tomorrow, I am going to be more consistent. And I’m going to stop drinking diet coke. That stuff will kill ya! I’m going to stick to water. Yes, starting tomorrow. The house needs a thorough cleaning and decluttering. That is on the list of things to do. Tomorrow. Also, I am tired of looking at these bare walls. It’s time to unpack the boxes with the family pictures and get them hung. Yes, I know it’s been over six years since we moved into this house, but these things take time. And the time to do it is… you know this… tomorrow. Oh, and purchase frames for my daughter’s wedding pictures from a few years ago and for the darling new granddaughter who’s had two photo shoots in the short time since she’s graced this world. Yep that’ll get done. Tomorrow.
Last but not least there is this matter of writing. I will organize all these scraps of paper lying around with words and phrases and ideas and characters and plots and love scenes and the werewolf. Werewolf? You know of that story that is there in my head.
And so I will write. Tomorrow. After I have eight good hours of sleep, fix myself a healthy breakfast then head out for a four mile walk/jog and an hour of weight training. All while drinking nothing but water. . . no caffeine, no artificial sweeteners. Then I will tackle all the housework. Neither the closets nor cabinet clutter will escape this planned assault. Tomorrow. My walls will soon be a study in artistic perfection with pictures of my beloved children tackling and blocking, spiking and digging, rebounding and shooting, leaping hurdles, and myriad other images smiling from all those yesterdays. Tomorrow. I’ll no doubt find the perfect spot for pictures from my daughter’s wedding. Oh, while I’m at it even hang ones from my own wedding. Tomorrow. I will frame the pictures of my precious granddaughter and find the perfect spot for the lovely baby pics before I have to frame and hang her graduation picture. Tomorrow.
Then, me being the picture of good health and fitness, house spotless and picture worthy and walls bare no more, then I will write. Tomorrow. And, if I keep telling myself this every day, one of days it will be tomorrow. . . But first I need to check facebook. I’ll get back to this. Tomorrow.