Who ever heard of a resourceful dreamer?

It occurred to me recently, that my laziness isn’t actually laziness.

This isn’t a bid to justify not getting off my back-side either – on the contrary, me bearing a ‘relaxed’ attitude to nearly everything in life is smorgasbord of well-intended procrastination. Or sometimes, unwitting distraction.

Nothing is more enticing than a BBC news report about some national development when you should be doing something more important. Take your pick: Cornwall shark now believed to be Porbeagle, disputes over giving your newborn child a weird name which it will blatantly receive playground beatings for. There’s something for everyone. And then there’s YouTube…

When not distracted, I delay the inevitable.

I keep worrying that the little voice in my head will say ‘we’ll finish it later’ too many times in the end, thus tearing a hole in the universe. ‘Later’ can mean virtually any date post NOW. Which could mean later, forever.

Whilst I find the concept of leaving my chores and tasks to the void of ‘forever’ unnecessary, I can’t help but indulge in a small slice of ‘later’. I’ll post that letter, later. I’ll finish my registration. Later. I’ll watch some TV – later. Later gives us the hope of actually being able to achieve something when we’re ready to do so.

Whilst waiting for ‘later’ to arrive, I do things I know I’d never be able to do if I were obsessed with immediate results. The hard graft of the ‘you must do it now and work you fingers to the bone or until you collapse from a heart attack’ philosophy that my mother drums into me on a regular basis, is wasted on me.

I achieve my deadlines. Just later on.

I get some of my best ideas whilst procrastinating. Other people get theirs whilst on the toilet. During their 30 minute break from a 14 hour shift. Whilst probably suffering from stress-induced bowel movements.

Suddenly, being ‘economically laid-back’ is a much better predisposition to have. Especially when you can watch the rest of the world rush by whilst shrugging of a list of chores with ‘eh, I’ll do it later’…