Forward, march!

March to the beat of your own drummer. 

Henry David Thoreau

I was in matric when our school, or some powers that be, decided the girls had to learn to march.

Some of the memory is a bit fuzzy (that was a long time ago) but we all trooped (pun) – into the road where we learnt the basics. It was not as easy as it seems. Suddenly a lot of girls didn’t know their left from their right and I know I got confused at times. I’m not even sure if it got to a second attempt, I’ll have to check with some school friends.

The other day I was waiting in a queue at a supermarket and I looked around at all the people. Everyone was so different. Not only their skin colours, but their looks, the way they dressed, the way they walked. I am amazed at how different everyone is. That’s on the outside. What about the inside?

Most of us more than likely want the same things, worry about the same things. But we have different senses of humour and different priorities. And different ways of handling things. But somehow, we have people and or society imposing expectations on us all the time. You must do this, you must do that, etc. etc. etc.

We all march to the beat of a different drum. If our marching doesn’t hurt other people, then why should we have to conform to what society expects of us?

Before you think I am promoting anarchy and lawlessness, I am not. I am saying live and let live. Chill a bit. Don’t get bent out of shape when someone isn’t the same as you. If there are standards that must be met, lay them out.

Tell the person what you expect, tell them when they are not meeting them and why it is important that they do. Sometimes they can’t fit in with what you need, and their drum cannot match that beat you need.

When your drums beat at such different tempos that it would make a dog howl, then it’s time to relook the situation.

Life is short – don’t waste time getting worked up over which foot you start marching with.

Until next time, forward, march!

To procrastinate or not to procrastinate

Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle. – Unknown

My name is Margie and I am a procrastinator.

I make a mental list of what I want / need to do while getting ready in the morning. I know, it shouldn’t be mental, but my brain doesn’t stop thinking about these things.

And all is well until I … well, take today for example. The thing that is upsetting me is that I have lots of files on my desktop. I moan at my staff when they do it, but I am guilty of it too.  By the way, I am talking about the computer desktop, not a real desk with files.

Realising that I am procrastinating, I have decided that it has been a long time since I have written on Good Start. Now I can procrastinate doing real work, while I write.

But hang on, the blog started because of quotes, so I should find a quote first and then write. See what I am doing? I am procrastinating about writing about procrastination!!

If procrastination was fatal, what the population would be? I had a brilliant idea the other day. I could publish a book on 100 ways to beat procrastination – guaranteed, or your money back. I wouldn’t have to refund a cent. No-one would open it to see it filled with blank pages.

Problem is, procrastination is becoming a cool thing. Like ADD (have it) and OCD (have that too). We have all these lables that excuse our behaviour.

At first, I wasn’t aware of what I was doing, I justified it as there was something else that was more important. Then the penny dropped. Well, it was more like Viv threw the penny at me when she pointed out that I was procrastinating.

This is more work related than anything else, but it’s true, there are some things that I must do that I don’t want to. It’s like you have a stone in your shoe but you don’t want to stop to take it out. Or you have toothache, but the minute you sit on the dentist’s chair, it disappears!

Sometimes the only way I can get to do something is to have to do something that I want to do even less. Wow, that is sad. Thinking about it, isn’t ADD another way of procrastination? Oooh, look at that, must go and find out more.

And the OCD? The files are untidy, I can’t work like this (code for let me spend time tidying it, then I don’t have to do the yucky thing). Except for material things – that I am indeed OCD about. Years ago, my books and cd’s were all arranged in alphabetical order. I even tried doing the grocery cupboard that way until I got a look.

I will only use certain mugs, or spoons and I will always sit in the same chair for example. Some say that is a habit and yes, we are creatures of habit. But you know Sheldon on Big Bang Theory with his “spot” on the couch? Yip, that’s me.

So, what is the answer? Well, looking at my computer screen, which I have left glaring at me on purpose, the answer is a compromise. Do a little instead of a lot. In other words, instead of performing plastic surgery on a scratch, put a plaster on it.

I am going to make two folders, one for sort and another for file. Everything for filing will moved into that folder and given to Alex (my PA) to file. The sort folder will be one item, much less annoying and distracting than the 38 (counted them (OCD)) I have now.

In spare moments (short!) – and when you work on certain websites there are several of those – I can go through the sort folder.

Cool, I have a plan. Now I must find a quote. Oh yes, and a picture.

Until next time, have a good one.