Death and Taxes
It’s not like my taxes are even that hard to do. Most folks can just go on the web, plug in some numbers, and be done with the Federal bit in a half an hour or less. But, again, most folks (and I’m guessing here) don’t take that half-hour until sometime on the 14th or 15th.
My wife Lisa is way better about this stuff than I am. She usually has her taxes done sometime in January, while I spend the middle of April looking through piles of paperwork in our home office, absolutely sure that I put that W-2 right here three and a half months ago. I know I should be better about this — my mom is an accountant, after all — but every year, procrastination sets in.
I used to think that I was a hue procrastinator, but as I’ve gotten older, that’s just not true. I realize I procrastinate the things I don’t feel like doing, but most people do that. But I’m also an incubator — I let ideas and such stew in my brain until I feel they’re ready to work with, then (in the case of writing) sit down and start hammering it out when everything is pretty much ready to go on the page. It looks like procrastination to the untrained observer — both procrastination and incubation involve sitting on the couch with coffee — but I really am getting work done in my brain. Honest.
What about you, folks? Procrastinator, incubator, or worker (where you sit down and do something the minute you know it has to be done)? Which are you, and have you tried any of the others?