Time keeps slipping through my fingers. The days feel grey with low clouds and hardly any sunshine; the night sleeps by so fast; and in between too much television and not enough energy.
I'm not sure if I'm a spring ready to release all my plans, or stuck in a self denying, procrastination loop.
... maybe the later seeing as I just spent the last four minutes drumming my fingers on the 'home' keys of this keyboard.
Can you tell the difference between pending and procrastinating?
"I don’t want to start. But I will. This is an invocation for anyone who hasn’t begun, who’s stuck in a terrible place between zero and one." - Ze Frank
Yeh, I was procrastinating.