Yoo 341 - Deadlines

I hate deadlines. They're pesky and foreboding and they loom. They just loom! Causing all sorts of stress and woe and churning fret and worry.

They're also the cause of procrastination. I mean, without deadlines, what would we be procrastinating? Nothing! We'd simply be doing what we wanted to do when we wanted to do it.

So why can't I just get things done when I get them done?

Answer: because I'll never get them done. And some things I don't want to do are worth doing.

My mind knows this and sometimes sets the most silly and ridiculous deadlines for obscurely important things.

Case in point: rotting pumpkins and my backyard/porch.

This is the after picture, my friends. The after of what was before the thickest of weed forests and the home of 4 rotting pumpkins. Pumpkins that may or may not have still been sitting out from Halloween. As in, last October's Halloween.

I'll do the math for you. That's about 7 months.

Seven months of walking past those pumpkins everyday, watching the decay process slowly morph them into thriving maggot nests and what probably would make a most nourishing fertilizer.

I was always going to clean them up tomorrow. Or hope that the Katieroommate would clean them up.

But alas, it never happened.

UNTIL. One day, the Gregbeau informed me that he had signed us up to feed the missionaries. It was to be on a Wednesday. And instantly my mind set into motion and equated: feed missionaries = deadline to clean back porch/pumpkins.

Irrational thought process but my mind does these things.

So, there I was, early last Wednesday evening, scraping dead pumpkins off my porch and begging the Gregmower to come over early and hack down my weed jungle. All while my roast was roasting and my brownies were baking.

It wasn't the most convenient of times to go on a back porch cleaning spree, and I probably smelled like bleach for dinner (rotting pumpkins require a bit of cement scrubbing, assisted with household chemicals...) but a deadline is a deadline and they get me moving.

Usually at the last minute, but progress is progress.

Now if only I could fuel that kind of motivation for work deadlines...

In related news, my roast was delicious. Only the second I've ever made and I'm kind of in love with the high return on investment. Just a few minutes in the morning and voila! dinner. Thanks again to the Katiefriend for actually turning the slow cooker on...

Critical step I maybe overlooked.

In unrelated news, this was spotted in a Chick-Fil-A restroom recently:

And they were real. A fresh floral bouquet in a fast food restroom! Yet another reason to love Chick-Fil-A. (closed on sundays and waffle fries being others worth mentioning...).

Have a great day :-)