Confessions of a serial procrastinating solopreneur

I thought I was fast. Turns out, I was just anxious.

I used to think procrastination was a cute little quirk of mine. I’d delay a project till the last minute, get into superhuman focus mode, crank it out in record time and somehow pull it off. Clients were happy. Work got done. I’d get praised for how “efficient” I was.

Behind the scenes? I was a mess. And eventually, it caught up with me.

The problem with being fast

I’ve always been able to work quickly. Give me a deadline, and I’ll meet it even if I start just hours before.

At first, it felt like a strength. Why start early when I could do it later and still deliver? Why stretch a 4-hour task over 4 days when I could just finish it in one sitting?

That became my identity. I prided myself on being fast. The last-minute magician. But slowly, that speed became a trap. Because I knew I could do things fast… I kept putting them off.

Until it became a cycle I couldn’t escape.

The panic loop

With every work I do, I thought there was enough time to do it.

So I delayed. Then panicked. Then overworked. Then did it all over again.

At some point, it stopped being thrilling and started becoming terrifying.