Was supposed to start my paper at 12 PM. It’s now 9:00.
I am 9 hours behind.
I’m not even mad. I’m impressed. Yet, I do wish I could close the gap between expectation and reality.
But it’s okay, because every hour is a new hour, every minute a fresh slate, and every passing second a second chance.
Such a crazy optimistic mentality. But it resonates well within me, especially when I’m procrastinating.