Delay the Day Away

You lift a finger to do the work and it betrays you. Opening tab after tab until your computer slows with the work remaining unfinished. Unstarted. 

Tomorrow is the day you will get it done. The pressure builds. 

A new day. 

Today’s the day you’ll finally start the task. 

Time to busy yourself with research. Oops, the day is gone.

Tomorrow it is. 

More pressure. 

The deadline approaches. 

Okay, okay. TODAY is the day. There is nothing to distract yourself with. 

Oh, what is that? My pen is out of ink. If I replace it, I don’t want to have to buy another for a long time so I need to binge content on what the best pen is. 

7 hours later and I know more about pens than those that make them and I’m down to three options. 

Oh, it’s midnight. I guess there’s tomorrow—I mean, today. 

More pressure. 

How much pressure must build before you can force yourself to work? For your fingers to cease their convenient betrayal?

The worst part? 

You let the pressure build. 

Let the guilt compound. 

All for a task that took minutes.