One would think that the second part of anything in life would naturally follow from the first part. But someone prone to such absurdities of logic may just as likely find themselves quietly sitting down contentedly looking forward in life to the next, well, the next anything really. And from that vantage point of serene calmness, who do they find themselves sitting across from? In reality, their polar opposite! That opposite experience reality is operating from the principle that what follows leads, and rather than its more logical and commonly known inverse — it’s last things first and first things, well, sometimes last, but often never. That, I’m afraid is the too often merry-go-round existence for what may appear from across the other side of this wide expanse from the perspective of the “doer” taking in the life of their antithetical, the “undoer”Ā — a wandering (in mind & body), distractible (much to see; much to take in), energetic (in word & action — gotta do something with all that energy to burn), and potentially pedantic (but don’t get too bogged down with that one — those ‘p’ alliterations sure are fun, especially for a . . .) procrastinating type. Nonetheless, and all that aside, standing there still is very probably a personable type of person, who from the perspective of the unprocrastinator seems unwilling (could they possibly be unable?) to cross that much too busy (perhaps not busy enough?), and now hugely intimidating (yes, likely all in the their head, but thatā€™s a pretty big place for the procrastinating type), and frankly just too daunting of an experience to overcome, let alone engage in in the first place, but really who does want to get to the other side of the road.Ā 

Ok, breathe. Or take a nap; I know I need to. Or maybe just go to bed and sleep, at like a half-way normal time, like normal people do. That might stop those half-baked, bird-brained rhetorically rammed together thoughts. All that other stuff just creates way too much to think about, let alone any time to do something with all that thinking. And if we’re talking of making sense, Iā€™m not even sure if what you just read can even be properly classified as a sentence.

One would have had hope that a future teacher of the English Language Arts, the Queen’s English no less, as I so ignobly grew up on, would know better than to string together such a nonsensical dribble-drabble of words. And to boot, one most recently responsible for teaching an ELA curriculum-based ā€œconceptā€ lesson to his esteemed colleagues as to what actually constitutes qualification as a sentence.Ā 

Perhaps that, or any of this in reality is all superfluous to the purpose of this prose. Again, I refer you to that opening salvo of a soliloquoy. That, and the rest that followed and will likely continue to follow from here, is what is, what gets inĀ  (as in inside of) and what gets in the way of, the procrastinated mind. Though, to be honest, and from what I have written elsewhere, that is how my procrastinated brain works, or more accurately and too often disappointingly, doesnā€™t work. Those other added elements of course being dealing and living with ADHD and through the tracking back of oneā€™s life, one that now reaches into middle-age — reading that back makes it sound like Iā€™m referring to the Middle Ages — well, I suppose I am ageless really. Oh shoot, there I go again, not finishing sentences, or at the bare minimum thoughts within a sentence. The pic you find here, is no, not a self portrait, but hopefully minus the pipe, a future pic of me feigning attempts at being ageless.Ā 

I provide for you a little distraction for the ADHD or procrastinating or already down, brain. I mean already ā€˜doneā€™; I guess if Iā€™m hardly ever done on time, then Iā€™m likely less likely to even get the right word down. So, here is what I found for what could pass as a pleasant enough descriptor for those not of a similar ilk in the skill of procrastinating. As a qualified, full fledged, gold-star member with platinum privileges and a standard issued BTSOMT & BTSOMP designation, that comes with emergency signing privileges and conditional, albeit waived security clearance last-minute, injury-time, sudden-death . . . you get the idea.Ā 

So what, if anything, has procrastination provided for me? Besides of course the rollar-coastering, highly stress inducing, fear-gripping, continuation of hapless & hopeless outlooks, and man, those head-splitting, though thankfully never quite migrainosus, headaches. Again, where was I?Ā 

In conclusion, if I can even call this that. Probably in fact, a beginning part, because it’s always a journey; a beginning, middle and ending thought is that I enjoy creating . . . creating out of my crazy interwoven thoughts, done with words that only sometimes become sentences, and yes, done in the most haphazardly of fashions.

And that folks is blogging about procrastination, and ADHD, and many other pursuits of JED’s mind jaunts, made easy . . . or not so much.

ta for now,

JED