I knew from a very early age that I was a procrastinator. I knew this because my mother said, “You’re a procrastinator.” My eyes probably started darting around the room at that moment, hoping to get a hint from somewhere what the hell a ‘Procrastinator’ was. “Look it up in the dictionary. Now.” (meaning I couldn’t put it off for a less busy moment, I guess). I was hoping it would be a good thing but I had my suspicions that it wasn’t; my older sister was the usual recipient of random compliments, not me. I was the one everyone looked at when someone said, “Who did that?!”
I fiddled through the pages of the dictionary until I found it, or at least what I hoped was it because how in the hell do you spell ‘procrastinate’? It said: