Ode to Procrastination

Will the real procrastinators please stand up?After being lost in a sea of nothingness, you come up for air. A swell of disorientation washes over you.How long were you out for?Back to Shameless is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.You stare at the Google Doc on your laptop. The cursor pulsates against the blank screen.You blink a few times, then pick your eye corner. A small crusty crumbles. It’s a momentary reprieve.You settle deeper into your chair, wriggling your cheeks back and forth.To demonstrate discipline, you slide your phone behind your laptop.“Out of sight out of mind,” you mumble.Have you become someone who talks aloud? You’re closer to being a victim of elder abuse than you care to imagine.You snap back. To honour your shoulder’s angel, you close every open tab:Realtor.Facebook Marketplace.WebMD.Kayak.A “How old was Bobby Christina when she died?” Google search.To read in full, head to Back to Shameless: https://www.backtoshameless.com/