While my mentor slash friend slash bully is upping his game somewhere in Baguio with designs and all techy stuff, I am here, cooped up in bed, staring at the sun sneaking into my window and feeling the cold wind on my unpampered face.
This is how you know that am rotting away with procrastinating over tasks here and there, especially when it comes to the one thing I really love.
It’s the sun. No. It’s the wind. No. It’s the freezing water. No. It’s The Netflix Effect. No. It’s the thought of a dozen tasks. No. It’s the combination of the northern weather at this time of year plus the sun which keeps seeking my attention occasionally. Where’s the rain, I often wonder. But I think not going out and talking to people plays a big part in my procrastination state. Gosh. I never thought I’d be this slack on myself. Not especially at the beginning of the year, hallur.
But then maybe… just maybe… I have been thinking deeply about the world, my soul, and how we are all connected in the palms of the universe. Now this is another implausible thing for me to be doing or thinking, but then… I need something to blame for my procrastination, don’t I? I mean, that’s very human, ain’t it? Right.
So. Back to staring. When I went back to bed this morning, I heard the trees whistle like it was raining. I even thought dwarves were having a blastful wedding somewhere nearby because the sun is out and if it’s raining while it’s sunny, then, it’s the most probable thing (pardon my superstitions). Anyway. My blanket was cozy, screaming with the color of the year, and it was telling me to just stay put and have a staring game with the sun for the rest of my morning.
I was thinking about how things happen for a reason, and nothing is quite a coincidence no matter how odd the circumstances are, and then I received a message from my mentor slash friend slash bully. He was asking about my supposed-to-be-ongoing tasks.
Yikes.
Before his message, I was in a tight spot. I do not have a single idea as to what or how to do things. Yes, I have been researching trend after trend after trend. When it hits my brain, I pause to imagine the outcome, and then…nada. I stop midway, as though my surroundings turn dark and I cannot think of anything else but the emptiness in front of me. Then the message.
It’s amazing how one message could flip your day in a snap. Was the message so special enough to flip a day? Not really. It was a simple “I need your updates soon”. Nothing so grand, but after barely talking about my updates and avoiding mentioning the long list of tasks, I am now fired up to move.
With the wee hours remaining before my start of shift, what could I possibly accomplish? Nothing much, just the long list plus a few collection of inspo and references from Pinterest and other sites.
So here we are, the feeling of rotting away with procrastination. It’s killing me, but we know we’ll do better tomorrow, right?
