You can think of it as a new beginning, but after oh so many new beginnings, it is time to put the pressure of that great, life-changing, blank page, clean slate, new and fresh start behind us and call it an end.
Although ending something may cause small dash of mixed emotions run right through you, more that anything else, there is an exciting liberation in it. Liberation of leaving things behind. Not forgetting them, but making them part of past times, old days, memories and lessons.
It is hard to explain the status of my relationship with procrastination. If it was defined by Facebook relationship status categories, „It’s complicated“ would be the best pick, but to do it justice, there are bits and pieces of every single one of these categories.
Ever so relevant source, the free encyclopedia also known as Wikipedia, defines procrastination as „the avoidance of doing a task which needs to be accomplished“, „the practice of doing more pleasurable things in place of less pleasurable ones, or carrying out less urgent tasks instead of more urgent ones“. Quite accurate, I would say.
The thing that makes my relationship with procrastination different from its definition as written above is its source in the never ending overthinking. Most of the times there are no pleasurable things that are on my agenda. Au contraire! There is just good, old overthinking of every small step, word and the fatigue that it usually causes. Basically, in the words of Lorelai Gilmore, „my brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish“.
Is this the end of it?
I wish.
Probably not.
But it is an acknowledgment and an attempt.
After quite a ramble through my thoughts and Google, here it is. What all of this is actually about. Here is my attempt of getting closer to the end of procrastination.
A schedule.
The end.
(greater than any beginning)
What Ela did next? 