I am a master procrastinator. Up till recently, my knack for deferring until “a more appropriate time” reigned supreme. I set aside many a project, extended many a timeline, and delayed (indefinitely) many an endeavor, until this pattern for placing things on the interminable back burner became glaringly detrimental to the passions and relationships I hold most dear.
After years of grappling with my inner perfectionist I came to the long overdue conclusion: the perfect time does not exist. Only the present exists, in all its promising imperfections.
The notion of some prophesy fulfilling alignment of the stars is appealing—yes—but far too infrequent an occurrence in this unpredictable thing we call life. Delaying an endeavor, which you’ve deemed better suited to a more “appropriate” time poses the risk of it never happening. The opportune time rarely presents itself. It is an idealized notion that keeps us static in our pursuits.
Patience is not synonymous with procrastination, and it’s essential to understand the distinction between these two behaviors. This misleading belief of the “perfect time” enables our inner procrastinator—an inhibiting sort of character that resides in the back of our minds, chiming in with a wealth of excuses—to deter us from acting.
Our most insightful moments often arise during challenging periods, when things do not go according to plan, and we need to be our most resourceful and inventive selves—situations which lend credence to the tenet of tough times fueling our inner innovator. This isn’t to say that all pursuits need rise from the ashes of adversity (though it certainly does feed into the stereotype of the angst-ridden artist, doesn’t it?), but rather is meant to drive home the point that every moment possesses a measure of the inopportune. So, why not embrace the notion of it being the imperfect time by pursuing an aspiration or two in the enticingly flawed present?
Therefore, I hope you will endeavor to do something in the utterly imperfect now because in the end, excuses unfailingly abound, whereas time does not.
How’s that for a timely ultimatum?!