I was going to call this article “The cure for procrastination”, but I’m not exactly sure that it’s procrastination I’m addressing.
I’m not talking about things I’m avoiding doing, per say. I’m talking about the things I’m just forgetting to do. You know the ones.
The email that needs a response at some point but not right now and so you leave it marked as read in your inbox to answer when you’re finished with all the crucial projects of the day. The one that you find, marked read in your inbox, three months later.
The box of clothes sitting by your bedroom door that you’re going to go through and take to the dry cleaner or the tailor or the local thrift shop after work someday, or maybe this weekend. The one that you’ve been tripping over every morning for so long that your husband thinks it’s part of your decorating style.
The mail you’re going to sort, the desk you’re going to clean, the friend you’re going to call back, the dress you’re going to return and the eye doctor appointment you’re going to make.