There is a word that I would like to purge from my life preferably down the literary garbage disposal.  Though it really hasn’t done me much harm over the years, I can’t say that I have received much good from it either.

The word?  Well, it starts with a P and ends with Rocrastination.

In college, I would write the best if I was writing my papers at the last minute, literally at 11:59 when the paper was due at 12:00.  I would always get A’s; therefore, no motivation to change my habits.  This, of course, did not help with my need to focus…well, technically, focus is my problem.

I can always find something more interesting to do rather than the things I should be doing.  Which by definition is the probably the meaning  of procrastination.   

As the year draws to the end, I’ve been pondering whether or not I should set resolutions.  I’m not sure the point, I never really stick to them anyway.   But I always hope to. 

For the New Year, my plan is to make life style changes, to work harder on my personal projects, pay more attention to blogging and work on my, ah hem…fitness. (shudders)

Or, maybe I should wait until next year….just kidding!