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The other day, someone posted a message on Facebook that said, "Do it now. Sometimes later becomes never." There's another colorful and coarse saying-- "$&#@ or get off the pot." Basically the same message, but the second one seems a bit more to the point. Anyway, those words got me to thinking about the many times I have put off things that needed to be done. I have been the world's biggest procrastinator and that is such a bad habit. It's actually a handicap--a crippling and debilitating weakness, spoiler of projects and all things timely. I will add this disclaimer; I don't tend to procrastinate with my work deadlines. My work ethic is strongly engrained so I'm not really affected there. (Hear that, Boss?) So how do I break the chains? How do I stop my bad habits? I'm thinking the answer comes from another saying, "Just do it." I shouldn't think too much about it, I should just do it, for goodness sake. Get on with it, stop dawdling, man up and get 'er done. My Mom was a big fan of writing a list of things to do and then checking them off. She told me once that she got so much satisfaction from scratching through each item on the list as she completed the task. She was a smart woman. I should be so smart.

My husband and I have raised four kids who have blessed us with beautiful grandchildren. We work at the Advocate as artists and we're having a great time. We have the freedom and the money to occasionally eat out, go to the movies, go on trips.
But I've noticed that lately I feel like I could be doing more in my life. Helping more . I've been so concerned about what I want and figuring out who I am all this time I may have missed a few of those messages along the way. But I'm starting to take notice. I'm beginning to realize that I have a choice and It's up to me to pay attention or look the other way -- and what the consequences may be. So what's the best way to help? For a while, after my parents died a few years ago, I thought maybe I would volunteer at a nursing home. There are so many lonely old folks out there who just want someone to talk to and I missed my parents so badly. But I never took that first step. Recently, my job had someone in to speak to us about a mentoring program for kids. After taking two packets of application forms for Robert and myself, I put it off. I didn't want to be tied down to a schedule. I was too busy. Reality is starting to settle in; I'm not too busy; I'm in a somewhat comfortable little rut and thoughts of crawling out of it seem like a lot of trouble.