Or, An Embarrassing Exposé on Procrastination and Routines

 

It has taken me a very, very, very long time to sit down and open up this Word document. Like, you don’t even want to know. I came up with the idea of starting a blog ages ago and then proceeded to never, ever do it. In fact, this single uncompleted item has been guilting me from a note on my phone for months until I finally faced the facts that I would never do it and then deleted it. But today, for some reason I cannot fully comprehend, I have sat down and begun.

So, you may be wondering, what is the point of this post? What sage wisdom will I impart on you from my noble and enlightened position in this IKEA desk chair? Nothing that good, I’m afraid. Except, perhaps, a warning, and hopefully the ability to use the written word to work out this issue I am faced with for myself so that I might offer you some shred of advice that is worthy of your time. Yes, I am aware that time is quickly running out for me to proffer said wisdom (I’m a procrastinator, and I have no idea where this post is headed; let me buy some time). Continue reading → The Hazards of Freelance Life