Pushing Past Procrastination

Pamela Musoke (she/her/hers), Low Entropy Volunteer Writer

 

You lack self-confidence.

 

That’s a loaded observation. How does it make you feel when you say it? Or when someone else says it?

 

For some, admitting it is a way of hiding, using it as an excuse to maintain the status quo. It is where we would rather be, and maybe that’s enough for now. We all have our seasons.

 

Other times, it’s viewed, at first, as this massive chasm between where we are and where we desire to be, which is both scary and daunting. But eventually we find ourselves gravitating towards wanting, and soon, a call to action! Our wants trump our fears! Well, truthfully, it often ends up being more of an ebb and flow between the two states. I say this because we also hesitate as we become acutely aware of every single flaw we think may bring about failure and impact how we progress.

 

The trick is distancing yourself enough to recognize these are self-limiting views, brought on by past experiences that have, sometimes, injured the way we value ourselves. This may be one of the most aggravating, yet self-loving acts of compassion we can perform. It is a place to start, creating a road map we can follow, sometimes with the help of a mental health professional. We follow the clues to get to the seed of thought that has created enough self-doubt to paralyze us into inaction or move us to seek distractions.

 

Procrastination is one such distraction we are all familiar with. I will use myself as an example, because I tend to procrastinate when I face something hard or unfamiliar.

 

I used to think my procrastination equaled laziness. I would beat myself up for leaving tasks or projects to the last moment, usually to my detriment. But I got wiser. I began to notice my feelings when I felt unsure, and my instinct to delay. The fear of failure was so strong, I needed the pressure of time to overcome and act.

 

Exploring this through extensive journaling and help from people I trusted helped me realize that my need for perfectionism wouldn’t allow me to start. It wasn’t seen as an opportunity to learn and grow, but rather a threat — a mark of shame that could otherwise blemish my perfect(ish) record with failure. At this stage, I would be living in my own personal hell, and by the words of Dante Alighieri, abandon all hope and move on to something else that validated me.

 

And when I failed, I would rationalize my failures, which turned into rationalizing what I just rationalized, creating a vicious cycle of endless rationalizing. And as you can imagine, I would whip myself into a crazed frenzy — overwhelmed, feeling like a failure, believing I lacked the talent to excel. Such memories were hard to overcome and quickly ingrained, shaking confidence and impacting how I faced future challenges. 

 

But I turned it around, taking back some control. Procrastination has become my warning sign to pause and reflect on why I feel uneasy or uncomfortable about a course of action. And this is where step one comes into play . . .

 

I sit with my feelings for a while, trying to understand and eventually label them or describe them, being brutally honest and open about myself and my reactions. Admitting our truth can be eye-opening. 

 

For me, step two is not about slaying any dragon, but inviting it to tea. I start a friendly conversation with “Sir Lack of Self-Confidence” until I find myself thinking about recurring themes. I usually prefer to freewrite, a technique I learned from reading The Artist’s Way that helps you get out of your own way to get to the heart of the matter. It is a process I practice daily, to start the day with a positive mindset. The act itself is very freeing and cathartic, and I find solutions to challenges that initially had me in knots! 

 

Step three is all about processing. I find the underlying issue is usually my irrational fear of failing. I remind myself that I can’t fail something that hasn’t started. This helps me slow my thinking enough to recognize that these feelings are indicators of something that is missing, be it skill or knowledge. I find that once I start seeing through the trees, I get excited because I have found the inklings of a way in.

 

Step four and I am feeling better-prepared to take on the challenge. I hack complex projects into tiny, manageable actions. They start very simply, with actions that take no more than a few minutes to complete. It feels significantly less daunting and empowering. Encouraged to build momentum, I patiently work through tough entanglements, feeling more confident that I can achieve the intended goal.

 

Mind you, this can sometimes be a very slow process. I am learning to be kind to myself, choosing, instead, to celebrate that I am taking action instead of hiding.

 

I end this entry by emphasizing how becoming aware of self-limiting thoughts is a gift given to you, allowing you to dive deeper and learn about your inner world, and how you can help yourself blossom like a lotus flower. 

 

If you were to sit down with “Sir Lack of Self-Confidence,” or any other self-limiting thought, and have a friendly conversation over a nice cup of your favorite beverage, what would that conversation shed light on that you could act on today?

 

 

Pamela has a public health background. She enjoys reading, creative writing, and watching psychological thrillers and mysteries with the occasional comedy.

Sewing Hearts

Cristina Crescenzo (she/her/hers), Low Entropy Volunteer Writer

 

I believe that if there was an intro to self-confidence class offered to me at school, I would be the first one to sign up because I, like many other individuals, can be self-deprecating to a fault. It has gotten so bad that I use putting myself down as a form of humor to get others to like me. Thus, I understand that learning to be confident in who you are is something that can take your whole life. That is what is so great about childhood, because those were the days you could get up in front of strangers and belt out a tune at the top of your lungs! I think sometimes we forget about the fearless child within our hearts as we age and start to criticize everything and anyone.

 

Therefore, in my personal opinion, the concepts of perfection and normality should be thrown out the window, because society has made the line between the two so thin that you could easily fall off trying to get across to the other side. Take self-confidence for instance, people will say if you are overconfident you are a snob, and if you put yourself down you are weak, so in society’s eyes there is no right answer to a question it created. There are always going to be opposites within the human experience, and yet we contradict ourselves by calling each side of the spectrum a flaw, so it is okay to be frustrated by these invisible guidelines. 

 

I have always wondered why we can’t keep our childhood mindset that tells us we can be anything we want. Once some people lose that blissful ignorance, they start to become uncomfortable in their skin. I want us to be able to sew our hearts on our sleeves and talk more often about a topic that affects many lives. I cannot help but think that, through time, we have gotten further away from what being a human actually means. We are meant to be one hundred percent authentic from the day we burst forth into this world, but we then spend so much time covering the human traits that make us special. Consequently, anyone who strays or questions this way of life is a liability, so we have been taught to belittle ourselves down to the smallest detail. 

 

Furthermore, we want to pretend that we aren’t restricting individuality when the most important facets of becoming who you are have little rules written on them, and we continue to put a veil over this reality. In conclusion, in a world where we are supposed to have freedom, I can’t help but feel that there is another hand guiding me toward its own best interests. My advice to help push against that hand is to take the time to remember who you were and what you believed in as a kid, because our lifetime supply of self-confidence is buried deep inside us. All we have to do is dig it out.

 

 

Cristina Crescenzo is a 21-year-old aspiring writer who really loves contributing to the Low Entropy blog and its many thought-provoking topics in the hopes of one day writing novels to spread disability and mental health awareness.