my procrastination skills have become so elite that i now procrastinate long enough that the point is moot. i’ve become a full-on flake. yes, i have passed procrastination and am now in “i’m not going to do it” land. is it laziness? is it ambivalence? is it i could give a rat’s ass about any of it?
all i know is that i am tired. very tired. and cleaning my house, tidying the yard, dusting, organizing my studio–none of it seems important enough to actually “do”.
i may clean some rooms before my family arrives for the spring break visit; it’s the very least i could do. and i mean that.