Procrastination has taken hold and it's so stupid and pathetic. Deadlines are the death of me. Appropriate, yes?Just sit down and write, just stand up and practice. It's not that hard; both are what you love to do and you're freaking getting PAID to do it, so dammit... stop being a fool.
The blog will be there after the work. So will the sleep.
The blood dripping down your chin from dry air nose bleeds and spinning classes will take care of itself one way or another and does not require a (no health insurance!) doctor's visit and the cat doesn't need her litter changed before bed.
Oh, and those pictures you want to hang? Those clothes you want to wash and then (dammit) finish unpacking?
The 20-odd emails you so desperately need to send?
The triathlon training program and race schedule you want to outline?
That can all wait too.
And yeah, you know how you once told me I had no discipline? (I'm not talking to myself anymore. You know who you are.)
Sigh. You were right. And I'm sorry.
