I’m ten days away from turning 50!
Fifty?!?
50!
It seems almost surreal. 

When I was in elementary school I fantasized about heroically saving a classmate.

When I was in junior high I fantasized about being the kind of guy who could get a great girlfriend.

When I was in high school I fantasized about having a perfect sexual relationship.

When I was dating Amy I fantasized about having a perfect marriage.

When we had our kids I fantasized about being a perfect parent.

I wanted it all.

If you’re like most people I know, you’ve wanted to get some things done this summer.
Good intentions, but the followup through fell through.

You might be asking, “What can I do about my procrastinating?”
To that I might ask, “Why are you procrastinating now?”

Yesterday I introduced a helpful exercise I’m calling “Face It” or F.A.C.E. I.T.

F – Find something that you know you’re procrastinating with
A – Ask yourself, “Why am I procrastinating with this?”
C – Challenge your reasons to feel your feelings & find the facts
E – Examine your reasons: What do you feel strongest?

Yesterday, I exposed a few reasons why we procrastinate including:

We feel overwhelmed.
We overestimate the amount of time needed.
We would rather be doing something else.
We think if we wait long, the task will go away.
We fear failure.
We fear success.
We enjoy the last-minute adrenaline rush.

What’s beneath those reasons?

There are many factors, here are a few:

Christopher procrastinates signing up for football because he’s afraid to have all the lies he’s told about his abilities exposed.

Science was usually my favorite class.   My junior high science teacher — Mr. Eck — enjoyed teaching, loved science and liked teenagers.  Which makes the following story so frustrating.

L.A.Z.Y.

While some teens face the challenges of A.D.D., A.D.H.D., O.C.D., or O.D.D, I did not.  I didn’t have any of those. I had L.A.Z.Y.  I was lazy and I was good at it.

One morning I began waking up as the sun peaked through my bedroom window.  As I began to stir a question began to form in my still groggy mind.  “What day is it?”