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Procrastinating my Life Away.

So many roads, thousands of detours, endless choices, countless mistakes. As we drive along this road called life, occasionally I'll find myself a little lost- and when that happens I guess I just have to let go of that coulda, shoulda, woulda- buckle up, and just keep going. Sure anyone could say it but following your own words of advice can be a challenging obstacle.

It's like I've evolved into a different species during these past few months. I'm not myself! I recall giving myself the cold shoulder and being my personal number one critic. I was exaggeratedly hard on myself and I worked well under stressful events. Now the time has arrived where I have grown soft. I ignore my responsibilities, kick back, relax, and procrastinate my days away.

Surprisingly I've managed to pull off each hand-stand of laziness perfectly. Running my errands in the last second hasn't caused my life to fall apart. Actually, things have only changed for the better. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this messy lifestyle however.

Do I hate that I'm going easy on myself, because I'm not challenging myself to the extremes? Come on Anne get your shit together. It doesn't matter if you can pull off this loathing lifestyle.
You.
Are.
And.
Always.
Have.
Been.
A.
Thriving.
Workaholic.

Or do I love that I'm going soft on myself, because my workaholic addiction has settled down? I don't know I'll keep it simple and allow a coin-toss to make the final verdict. Heads for procrastination and tails for awakening ancient Anne.

~Yours Truly,

P.S Tails won...