I am a master procrastinator. I am not proud of this. I need therapy. I need swat team of therapists to help me with this condition. The first step is admission so I am told. Admission to the mental health facility, that is.
Bud ump… ching!
It took me (without a lick of exaggeration) 1 week and twenty minutes to finally fill out that FAFSA.
In the one week period, I did everything else. Checked Facebook, balanced my check book, made that root canal appointment and finally when I found myself on my hands and knees washing my floor did it occur to me that I may be going too far in trying to avoid the FAFSA.
I found my tax forms and got to work. Twenty minutes later I was done. They make this thing so intuitive and idiot proof that it actually was quite easy.
If there is a lesson to be learned here about how it takes longer to procrastinate than it does to actually do the task, it will be lost on me. No matter how I vow to change my ways I will do the same thing next year when it is time to fill it out again.