I'm such a procrastinator.
You know when you're rushing to do something then you reach a hurdle- a deadline, an event- and everything just slows down? That's how it is now. Seven days in! Seven days past New Year's Day just floated by. And all the things I was stressing about in December took a back seat in my mind.
January always feels like the top of the world, looking down at the vast expanse beneath. You look at the rest of the year and think that you have so much time ahead of you.
But now the pandemic left me feeling like there isn't time left to us. It's stupid because I always waste time. I always put whatever aspiration I have in the backburner to dry out thinking that it would still be there in the far-off someday when I do decide to go out in the world. Now it feels like the world isn't out there anymore. Even if I chose to step out, the world has closed itself; it isn't up to me anymore.
It's odd, like I should be rushing to do something in indignation at how things are. Well, not now. Maybe next week..🙃
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