Procrastination: Paralyzed by the Need of a Responsible Choice
Choosing the wrong values . . . too many of them have led me to an unfocused, frenzied life.
Too many choices . . . all lining themselves under the appropriate lists of accomplishment, special, and results.
Too many choices . . . more and more calling at my life’s door. Each beckoning me into its grip of more.
I’ve collected these choices (some very good and noble) and added them to my to-do’s. Now surrounded by piles of varying heights of accomplishment, special, and results.
However, not all my choices are discriminate. Instead they are indiscriminate.
These piles, my plies, have their own voice and their own demands, much like frisky kittens aloof, attacking, and affectionate, alternating, without seeming reason. And not knowing which to tend to first, I fret.
Paralyzed by the need of a responsible choice, I make none until forced.
Procrastination covers the piles like a blanket muffling their cries for attention.