Procrastination follows me as a temptation to let things go, relax, don’t worry, next month there’ll be time.
If I die tonight, have I achieved what I want to in this life? Of course, if I’m dead, will I worry?
It would be a good feeling to have completed something worthy before I go; something that I could be proud to think that I completed.
As I wrote before, illustration scares me. I did try a few things last week, and gave up dissatisfied. My thinking returns, why waste time on something that will take years to become competent doing? Why not concentrate on one thing, rather than get distracted and waste precious time?
Life isn’t like that. I have many loves. Writing is just one of them. Doing just one thing doesn’t suit me! Gardening, once I’m in the garden, I adore. Cooking is another distraction, which gives me pleasure, and others, I hope! So it looks as if I’ll whittle my time away doing the things I love. Whether I ever succeed in producing something worthy is up to the powers that be.
Perhaps my legacy will be the love I have felt for my family and friends. That is something that is a constant. Even if I never write that illusive novel, they will know that their participation in my life meant everything. There are other novels out there for them to read, some really good ones…
We all procrastinate. Website, magazine, knitting project, TV show, something else—what’s your favorite procrastination destination?’