
Nothing enraged Elaine more than Gary openly defying the clear directions she so painstakingly etched onto the serving platter.
When I stand in line at the store I browse the magazines. I know better than to compare myself to the women on the covers. Six weeks after having a baby, there they are playing in the surf in a bikini. If I had a nanny, a personal trainer, a cook, a plastic surgeon, and a full night’s sleep, I’d look that way too. Hell, we all would. I know it’s ridiculous to compare myself to them.
But when I looked at Better Homes and Gardens or Southern Living, I would immediately compare my house to the cover. I’d think of the basketful of laundry, the cat hair, the toys strewn all over, and wish I could get my house to look like that.
What does this have to do with procrastination? It’s hard to get started when I know that no matter how much frenzied work I put in, my house will still fall far short of the magazine cover standard. To avoid that disappointment, it’s easier to put off trying at all.
My eye-opening moment came when I was watching an HGTV show while we were traveling. (We don’t have cable so I get it when I can.) A woman whose house had been on the market for the better part of the year called this show to help her. They moved her into her sister’s house, put most of her stuff and half of her furniture in storage, and had a crew come in to fix and repaint the interior. Then her house did look like my standard, but it was basically unlivable.
A way of avoiding that procrastination trigger is to readjust my standards. I don’t have an interior decorator, a maid, or a storage unit. I live in a house with three other people who apparently don’t know the location of a laundry basket, trash can, or a sink.
Realizing that the cover of Better Homes and Gardens is as unrealistic as the cover of Cosmo has helped me get more done. I know my house won’t be perfect. Instead of being disappointed with what I can’t get done, I’ll be pleased with what I can get done. Right now, two-thirds of my couch is uncluttered and I’m happy with it.
Picture and caption from Catalog Living, a site dedicated to making fun of ridiculous catalog pictures.