Am currently meant to be relaxed floating about holiday maker, but instead find myself procrastinating knee deep in a paperwork palava of to do lists and phone calls that need following up – I love chasing people on the phone about as much as I love having root canal.

My to do list is usually ever so polite, quietly waiting for me to cross something off it and never complaining as I ignore it in favour of painting my nails or meeting my friends for a vino, but today it’s screaming at me for attention. I have decided resistance is futile and have given in to its demands, however my holiday ethos refuses to completely capitulate and I find myself approaching things in a rather leisurely manner – it’s taking me half an hour of thinking about doing something, before I actually do it.

I have decided to outsmart my holiday procrastination by booking a time at the local library computer to do my tax return, thereby forcing me to change out of my pyjamas. This however, opens up a whole new can of worms, as the usual suspects at the library computers (a strange gathering of senior citizens, men sporting one sock and crazy women who look like they learnt to put their make up on at the circus) are about as well behaved as a class of 8 year olds with a teacher who just left the class room.

As my resentment for my to do list grows and perpetuates my procrastination, I wonder if procrastination has gotten a bit of an unfair rap. Is it really as bad as everyone makes it out to be, or has it been unfairly judged as a perpetrator of lethargy and laziness? Perhaps today, it’s okay to not have to do everything? Perhaps my procrastination was really a call from my soul, ringing to tell me that it was time to stop. Stop working, doing, working, doing – and relax.

Perhaps procastination isn’t always the bad guy, but indeed our friend, who lets us know when we need to stop and free ourselves from all that we think and feel we have to do.