I cannot shut my brain off. It’s 2:30am and I still don’t see a light at the end of my work tunnel. So much to do before tomorrow. Er, today. But procrastination is my addiction, and I’m strung out on the items that are in no rush to be accomplished. The important stuff, those things have been avoided for the last 5 hours. I like to tell myself I kick ass at productivity — hammering away all day — but really, I’ve got a skewed sense of achievement because it’s based on what amounts to a ginormous puff of nothing.
LIKE ATTENDING TO A BLOG THAT I CAN NEVER BRING MYSELF TO UPDATE.
And when I think about big picture projects and their dreaded deadlines, I want to run in the other direction. But I can’t live with myself that way anymore. Running and regret is exhausting.
This Miss Universe, she’s a tricky minx. I appreciate her tact and patience when it comes to revealing truth. I started this post with the intention of dumping some random thoughts into the blogisphere, but I ended up digging a little deeper and remembered what I forget from time to time: Small things needn’t mean a thing if you’ve got your eyes on the big picture prize.