Last year, in a feeble attempt to do things differently, I was in bed by 11 p.m. on New Year's Eve.
I was adamant that after 30 years of the same actions ending in the same results, I was going to end the madness.
Well, as the dying gasp of 2012 gargles past the bearded man's lips, everything seems eerily the same as the year before.
As our "leaders" in Washington haggle and hand-wring over the looming precipice of the fiscal cliff, I can't help but reflect on procrastination.
Deadlines are as much a part of my existence as walking, but sometimes I like to float; just like Congress.
I try to ignore as many deadlines as possible, like bills and paying speeding fines, but I can't ignore the deadlines at work. Instead of procrastinating, sometimes I sit and thoroughly consider the task at hand before I act on it. I may not physically be writing the story, but thinking about it is still working on it.
For me, these habits of procrastination and deliberation aren't born of laziness, but a need to add significance to an otherwise trivial act – at least that's what I tell myself.
As a kid, homework, cleaning my room, and doing dishes were tedious chores unless I put it off long enough to get my parents riled up.
As I write this, the clock is ticking on 2012, and it isn't too late to do all the things I promised myself I would do a year ago. Technically, there is still time to hit the gym, read 12 books, and refuse that occasional cigarette or last round of drinks.
Maybe this year I will look for healthier ways to make life exciting, but by the time you read this I will most likely be hung over from using booze to make another Monday night seem monumental. ——— Kory B. Oswald is the digital media director for the Shawnee News-Star.