I thrive on deadlines. As long as they’re not my own.
See, I tend to procrastinate.
Okay, that’s an understatement. In the world of procrastinators, I’m the Grand Poo-bah. If there was an Olympic Procrastinating Team, I’d win the bronze, silver, AND gold. I’m forming a procrastinator’s club…tomorrow.
And when I set my own deadlines, I tend to, well, re-set them.
Example: My friend and business partner, Tim Miles, and I were returning from meeting a new client in Tennessee when our discussion turned to speaking engagements. Tim is a world-class speaker. He’s spoken to thousands of people domestically and abroad. He’s witty. He’s captivating. He’s pretty dang good.
I’m not. Yet. But I’d like to be.
The truth is I’ve been interested in public speaking for a while. I just haven’t done the work to develop an audience-worthy presentation.
I want to. I’ve been meaning to. Really. It’s been on my to-do list. For, uh, over a year.
So, today, Tim encouraged me to set a deadline.
Then he picked up his phone.
And called a friend in Missouri.
To book a speaking gig.
I penciled in the deadline. Tim chiseled it in stone.
(For the record, Tim used to be known for his distaste, defiance and downright disrespect of deadlines. Tall tales are still being told of his diabolic deadline-dodging abilities. Now he’s putting the squeeze on me. That, Alanis, is ironic.)
Yep. Tim forced my hand, called my bluff and put some walk in my talk. Dang it.
Truth be told, it’s just what I need.
Do you constantly miss, postpone or ignore the deadline you’ve set for yourself?
Let someone else set it for you.
Or call Tim.
He’s pretty dang good.