If I learned lessons the first time they hit me over the head, I’d be closer to my goals by now. But when choice (or life) knocks me flat, I lay there for a while and mull things over. I hit the proverbial snooze alarm, stare at the ceiling, and study the cobwebs that pulse in time with my breathing.
Get up, my alter-ego warns.
You don’t get it, I drone. I’m trying to figure things out–to do what makes sense.
No, you’re procrastinating again. Continue reading