







I was in 8th grade, and I was an idiot. Or a genius. Or...an idiot genius. I was in a private Christian school, and we had a History test that day. Absolutely no one was ready for this test so we (just me really) made a plan. Whoever the teacher called on to open the class in prayer, it would be their job to pray through the entire class period, thereby buying us until Monday to study for the test. The teacher called on a couple of different students and they all refused to pray. I guess they didn’t want to welch on the plan but couldn’t follow through either. So I volunteered.
And boy did I pray. I started praying the best-worst prayer of my adolescence! “Dear Lord, please bless Dan and John, and Becca, and Becca’s mom….and the frogs, and the dogs….”. I’m sure it was clear what I was doing about 3 minutes in, but I think the teacher was playing a game of chicken with me. He thought I would give up. He was wrong.
I prayed for the entire class period! Of course, everyone was snickering for the last 30 minutes. At the end, the teacher smiled, laughed a bit, looked at me with the slightest hint of admiration...and sent me to the principal's office.
Yeah, it’s a funny story, but only because I was a kid. A big problem arises when we as adults will go to similar lengths to procrastinate! In many areas of life, we only answer to ourselves, but must still deal with the fall-out of procrastination. Now, sometimes you may perform best if you push it to the end of a deadline. Honestly, that’s totally fine as long as you have the discipline to focus when it’s time. What isn’t ok is when we rationalize delaying things we don’t want to deal with. Without that discipline things pile up, go wrong, and wind up taking control of our life and focus. This is especially important if you own your own business or run an organization because you have so much minutia to deal with. Here’s a dirty secret about my work life: I don’t really enjoy about 40% of what I do. And that number was much higher in the beginning. I have to deal with many different parts of the business either directly or indirectly, and often they are just not that interesting. If I let those uninteresting things stack up it can hurt the entire company’s momentum by costing extra man-hours, affecting our production schedule, affecting the energy we put into marketing and sales and more.
So here’s my tip: use those unappealing tasks as ammo. Many (though not all) of those tasks you want to procrastinate on don’t actually take that much energy or time. If you are disciplined at getting those unpleasant but often small things done it can put “gas in the tank” instead sapping your energy. Accomplishment creates momentum.
And, when in doubt...pray ;)