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Stop Procrastinating in One Small Step

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Challenge of the Day: Stop Procrastinating in One Small Step

Challenge of the Day: Stop Procrastinating in One Small Step

In honor of Fight Procrastination Day, vow to make one small step on a project or task you've been neglecting: Do stream-of-consciousness writing for three minutes, pick up the phone and call the person whose help you need, make a list of your next steps, or gather your supplies. The first steps are always the hardest. By breaking the seal, you'll be well on your way. How about right now?

To learn more ways to stop putting things off, take our procrastination self-test— now.

Tell us if you're up for this Challenge of the Day after the jump.

Tomorrow's challenge: Reduce Your Car Dependence by Keeping it Parked
Yesterday's challenge: Protect Your Memory and Hearing in Two Minutes
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  • My Dear Martha, As I have watched you on TV, subscribed to your magazine any time I could afford it, and kept them all, I've come to realize that the reason I feel a kinship with you is organization. Yea, the food's at the top of the list too, but it's the organization that hooked me and what has kept me coming back. Now, sad as it is to say, I have to box up your wonderful, informational and friendly books and find a place for both them and me. I've crossed my last bridge, cried until my eyes were scabbed and been promised over and over that I'd have a place for my books and the crafts I make from the pages I've read. I now know that I've been played and lied to for the past 25 years and the dream home we built 8 years ago is not what it was intended to be. It is a $165,000.00 storage unit for more crap than I can even describe. I didn't know that my husband had acquired three storage units, large ones , near our other home and that he had them filled to overflowing. I found out starting 3 or 4 months after we moved here. He started emptying those units, one truckload at a time, telling me at first there was only one, then two, then the whole three-car garage was "PACKED' as is now the whole walkout basement, that you wouldn't dare walk through. So, since his "stuff" means more to him than I do and now that all 7 kids are gone, I will be too. I have to find a space for me, and my two little Poms, Precious and her daughter, Tillie.Where they can safely play w/o my worrying something may fall on them,, where I won't be so stressed all the time and edgy, where we can stretch out in a "home". Finally, a "home", not a glorified storage unit. And it was such a beautiful house! Well, it could have been. If this letter interests you at all, I have a bunch of pictures to back all of this up to show you. I don't think even you would believe it.

  • My Dear Martha, As I have watched you on TV, subscribed to your magazine any time I could afford it, and kept them all, I've come to realize that the reason I feel a kinship with you is organization. Yea, the food's at the top of the list too, but it's the organization that hooked me and what has kept me coming back. Now, sad as it is to say, I have to box up your wonderful, informational and friendly books and find a place for both them and me. I've crossed my last bridge, cried until my eyes were scabbed and been promised over and over that I'd have a place for my books and the crafts I make from the pages I've read. I now know that I've been played and lied to for the past 25 years and the dream home we built 8 years ago is not what it was intended to be. It is a $165,000.00 storage unit for more crap than I can even describe. I didn't know that my husband had acquired three storage units, large ones , near our other home and that he had them filled to overflowing. I found out starting 3 or 4 months after we moved here. He started emptying those units, one truckload at a time, telling me at first there was only one, then two, then the whole three-car garage was "PACKED' as is now the whole walkout basement, that you wouldn't dare walk through. So, since his "stuff" means more to him than I do and now that all 7 kids are gone, I will be too. I have to find a space for me, and my two little Poms, Precious and her daughter, Tillie.Where they can safely play w/o my worrying something may fall on them,, where I won't be so stressed all the time and edgy, where we can stretch out in a "home". Finally, a "home", not a glorified storage unit. And it was such a beautiful house! Well, it could have been. If this letter interests you at all, I have a bunch of pictures to back all of this up to show you. I don't think even you would believe it.
    Diana Liford
    dklrntoday@hotmail.com

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