Sunday, 30 March 2014

One More ...

Dear Friends,
I’ve given the word procrastinator a whole new meaning, mostly because I’ve never been one!

One more push, one more rep, one more round, one more jump — it doesn’t really matter what I call it, it’s the ONE MOREness of it that has me crippled! I can call it LAST, to provoke some stimulus, but still it won’t diminish the magnitude of the effort that I have to make, for this one last move.
If God Almighty has given us all a deck of cards, to use strategically on our path of life, I believe I might've been left only with the Joker! 
Of course, I’ve scratched out a few minor items from my to-do-list; however I spend most of my weekends getting rid of certain things and stocking up on others. I can't see myself getting off this Sisyphusish merry-go-round any time soon. I wish I could splurge and hire a project manager to take over my chores for the next few months, and wake me up sometime in August, in Cobourg. 

Maybe, I ran out of steam (finally)! Maybe I just can’t wait for my new life to begin, or maybe, I just want to savour every remaining minute of what’s left of this one, without unnecessary (or necessary) interferences. 
Another weekend has come and gone, and all I can say is: I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.
― Margaret MitchellGone with the Wind

Have philosophizing and blogging become my supplementary delaying tactics? 



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