I can be a bit of a procrastinator. And by “bit” I mean complete.  I actually started this post three years ago.  Last week I finally cleaned out a kitchen cabinet screaming for attention for years. I ended up throwing away some weird salsa given to me as a house warming present. For my first house. The one I bought in 2000. (Yes, wise one – that means I packed it and moved it instead of throwing it away.)  When I procrastinate on a project and someone offers to help me, I’ll say “No, no.  A lack of planning on my…