It's not really procrastination. It isn't.
All this stuff is formulating while you rest.
And then, it's all birthy.
It happens all the time.
Why corral yourself when you will be naturally corralled anyway?
Your horse will be much more alive, even though fenced.
Not to beat a dead horse metaphor.
I like procrastination.
The guilt can be energizing.
But preferable will be when the waiting is simply enjoyed.
We're getting old. It doesn't matter.
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