We are the Keeper of All Things To Be Done. We need to know when, where, why, with who and of course Plan B. And C. Some say Control Freak. I say Multi-Tasking Guru.
Before we go anywhere I research the destinations of interest - is there something we should not miss when visiting? I check hotel ratings on Tripadvisor - are the rooms old and worn or modern and sleek? I check average temperatures for that time of year - monsoon season offers great discounts but I'll pass, thanks.
But not until again, say, September 25th. At which point he calmly calls the show management, explains he "forgot" to register, not only gets in but also gets the early bird discount (what???!!), finds a room at the preferred hotel, gets upgraded to Club Level and scores a First Class seat while using a ticket someone comped for his flight.
I hesitate for a nanosecond and BAM! The concert is sold out. Traffic is jammed up. The last bagel is stale. Brad Pitt marries someone else.
Hesitation. Averseness. Ponderance. Ambivalence. Tentativeness. And the big P word - Procrastination. Heavy, ugly words that sound ominous and gloomy. I think I hear organ music thundering in the background and I'm getting the heeby-jeebies. Blech.
Prepared. Primed. Arranged. Decisive. Certainty. Aren't those just music to your ears? And not the foreboding organ music of passivity but oh, maybe more like something with a beat that you can dance to. Yeah.