
I’m what you call a procrastinator.
Right this very second, me writing these words is evidence of me procrastinating. Sure, I have to share this smoothie with you, blah blah, and we’ll get back to it. But really I should be in my kitchen testing recipes for big project I’m working on (I’ll tell you soon!).
Instead of cooking, I’m chilling on my couch, with one hand checking Instagram, another typing this, all while intermittently looking up at the TV to check out what Carrie’s doing on some random re-run of Sex and the City. (Seriously, what’d I do without E! playing these re-runs?! I did work, that’s what.)
It isn’t until I get totally disgusted with myself over said procrastination that I actually get the work done. And I have to say, I do my best work under pressure. I hustle. I get it done. But man, is it painful…
Please tell me you’re a procrastinator too. Don’t tell me you’re prompt, easily self-motivated, etc. Actually, do tell me that and tell me how you are. Procrastination cures. I need ‘em.
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