It’s Thursday night and I’ve eaten too much pizza to be productive. All I want to do is crawl into bed and close my eyes. Instead I force myself to sit here listening to John Denver on my iPhone, drinking chamomile tea and scribbling this. I should be working on more earnest projects but I’ve build a wall of procrastination thick with layers of brick excuses. I need to tear that down, get through the doubt and second guessing my purpose. I need to move forward or I will again tomorrow see myself sitting here in this same place, wearing the same bathrobe and scrawling the same whiny blog entry. I’ve been stagnant for too long.
Ok it’s time to do this, do something, but first a little Rocky Mountain High and another cup of tea.