The monster I share very close quarters with can’t be seen nor felt; nonetheless it is very real indeed. It would sink its teeth into my best laid plans on an almost daily basis if I let it and when it grabs me in its jaws it takes all of my strength to prise them open and jump out to safety.
Sometimes my monster steps in, especially on the days I am feeling particularly rebellious, at just the right time and I welcome it in with open arms even allowing it hang around with me for a day or two. It always out stays its welcome though and I end up having to forcibly kick it out. It doesn’t seem to mind my rude ways though as it keeps coming back!
It’s an annoying distraction this monster of mine. After each visit, it leaves in its wake a litter of never begun or half completed tasks. It never helps me clear up the mess and it always, ALWAYS leaves me feel guilty- especially on the days I grudgingly give it room to flex its muscles.
But I wonder sometimes if I really ever want to be rid of it. It’s kind of like an old acquaintance now – you know, one you’d love to hate. I certainly would not class it as a friend though inspite of our knowledge of each other spanning many years. Besides, if I had known way back then what it was really like, I wouldn’t even have allowed it its present status of acquaintance. But over the years, we have learned to tolerate each other and that works just fine for us.
Although, I get the sneaky feeling you already know this monster acquaintance of mine, some of you even having unwittingly entertained it on occasions (did I happen to mention that he is also very cunning? He sometimes pretends he’s doing you a favour when in fact, he is ruining your life) I’ll introduce you to it anyway …
Hi, I would like you to meet my monster and it's called … PROCRASTINATION.
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