Procrastination: The Culprit

Though I still feel a little shaky, as sure there are unsettled scores, I am now in a convalescent state: recuperating, gaining back my strength, will require some more rest, long meditative sessions, and eventually transitioning to more ambitious sets. Like a fractured bone, my will has been scattered, my goals put on hold. Uncovering the culprits, I see it’s me on every face at the suspect line. But I got to pick carefully, though each and every one of them is me, one of them is the perpetrator, the others just impostors. Or maybe there are all to blame, each guilty of a different crime. However, I think that the one who bears more guilt (such guilt I feel for using this very word) is stagnant procrastination. Yeah, that’s the one. For if there is something I am definitely guilty of, is delaying the inevitable, vegetating on matters of utmost importance, and that has to stop. Bring him to trial, hang him, and get it over with right now. Again, be smoke-free, write for a living, extricate yourself from Isabel’s paws, work out rigorously, meditate, travel, have that dental work, and soar.