Sometimes, I don’t feel like doing the things I ought to do. It’s like a phase of rebellion after working relentlessly to meet a deadline, where procrastination just wants to spend time with me, and I’m okay about it as if in reckless abandon. We enjoy the day together, hand in hand.
Being in the state of procrastination feels like I am in a stupor, engaging in hedonism without a care for consequences.
But do you know what always happens after days of procrastination? Regret. It’s always regret.
When you are finally awake from the daze, you realize what you could have done and achieved with all the hours you wasted watching TV shows. Sweeping the consequences on the sidelines doesn’t really mean they don’t exist anymore. They just wait until you wake up, only to nag at you about how stupid you are to waste your time.
And here we are, finally awake.
Here I am, wide awake.
Hello, consequences.
jessa 