May I? Procrastinating On My Serial Procrastination

Tomorrow.
Later.
Just not at this very moment.

Do you ever wake up with an intense feeling that there’s something you should be doing? Or there’s a place in life that you should be, but something or someone seems to be holding you back from it? You end up feeling like a mediocre imposter inhabiting the body of a legend.

Do the thoughts of your potential wasting away often haunt you? There’s so much you can do, but you feel like you’re just not ready yet. What do you do when that pressing feeling comes? How do you cope with the thought that where you are now is a million steps behind where you could be at this point?

Do you pray? Do you talk yourself out of that depressive state?

Or do you get up and do something about the situation you find yourself?

For instance, let’s say you’re pretty good at taking jaw-dropping photographs of people. Everyone says you’re great. Everyone wants you to take their picture because you always get their angles right. But you don’t feel you’re good enough to start up a photography career. Or you have exceptional ideas for potential best-selling fantasy stories in your head, but they stay in your head. Maybe you’d work on them when you’re ready. One day.

We think we have time; after all, there’s always tomorrow. And the next. And next week. And next month. Until the year comes to an end. Then you wonder where all the time went, and you regret not getting it done sooner.

Maybe you’ve been pushing back on so many things because you want them to be a certain way. Perfection or nothing! So what do you choose? To hold on until it’s all…

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