The Inner Monologue of a Procrastinator

Why procrastination is a toxic self-myth we feed ourselves: not because we’re lazy, but we’re scared

Contemplate this:

I would love to travel! I would love to go out more and spend more time with friends. I’d love to go wake up early and exercise more. I’d love to cook more. And I really, really would like to finally master French, Javascript, the piano. Get out that camera I bought myself and actually take photos. Call my family more often. Write. Oh, but where’s the time? I am so, so incredibly busy. If only…if only I had the time.

I know! I’ll do it this weekend. Just get up early and do all the things I’ve been meaning to. Not all, but at least some. Well, I guess I can sleep in a little…it’s the weekend, after all. Wow, the day is so long! I guess I can check out what everyone’s up to on Snapchat. Oh, I should check out that blog I used to read five years ago, I wonder if the author ever updated it recently. Wonder what’s happening on Twitter, I haven’t looked at my feed in ages.

Ah, the day flew by so fast! It’s such a pity I didn’t get to exercise. Or take pictures. Or learn French. Or cook. Ugh, but it’s only because I’ve been so, so busy. I’ll do it next weekend.

Repeat.

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