I love to procrastinate. It is a hobby of mine. To get out of it I ‘just do it’ to get it done and off my mind. Because I hate to worry.
I meant to write this piece two weeks ago. I created a Word document and fully intended to start banging away on my Mac. But I had to contact some experts for advice, and that can be time-consuming, so I decided it might be better to push the story to the side for a day, and tackle something a little easier. The next day, unfortunately, I kind of had a brain freeze—that happens sometimes—so I figured I’d put it off for another day, when I had a little more mojo. Thing was, I wasn’t all that inspired the following day either. And then my allergies kicked in, I popped a Benadryl, and…well you get the picture, right?
So here it is, a week and change later, and I’m finally rolling up my sleeves to work on this story about—wait for it—procrastination.
Embarrassed? You betcha. But while I may not be…
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