Every Single Time

Woke up this morning feeling a little panicky. My anxiety is overwhelming my excitement about my upcoming trip. And I am excited. I can’t wait to see Tennessee, hug her, hold her hand, kiss her, and all the NFSW things that I won’t post here.

But I have to survive the next couple days first.

I’ve made it sound like it’s a fight to the death rather than just tackling my to do list. I created said to do list last week and haven’t done hardly anything on it. In fact, I haven’t even looked at it in days. Now with only three days left until I fly out I’m panicking because that list is daunting, and I already know I will have to prioritize some things off the list because I just won’t have time.

Why do I do this to myself?

Because I do this every single time. I know this about myself and still, every single time.

In my own defense, I have been doing a lot of writing, much of it in preparation for not writing much next week and it has taken more time than I had planned. That doesn’t change the fact that I still have a ton to do before I go. So a short blog today and I’ll ask your indulgence on what are likely to be short posts for the next couple days and may likely be filled with chaos in my frantic attempt to deal with the consequences of my procrastination.

Don’t be like me – be well my friends.