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Procrastination is like a dance. At first its politely declined, but with both the glare of the ’spotlight’, and the desire not to make a scene growing stronger, she reluctantly accepts. It’s like a dance because the reluctant dancer always delays her footwork, always sheepishly out of step, still procrastinating in her own way, having never really left her chair by the dancefloor.
The first law of decision making, ‘more time doesn’t lead to better decsions’, seems to make a good case for home-girl either getting out there and tearing up the dance floor, or firmly telling the inviting party to jog on. The compromise robs her.
I’ve spent the day doing everything I’ve avoided for the past two weeks. Although I felt slightly robbed to begin with, I am happier for having danced the dance.
PS: I couldn’t find a picture of a smiling male bear and a frowing female bear, I figured why procrastinate and went with it.
Picture by Sabrina’s Stash, Creative Commons
