After a day of procrastination (my life-long frenemie), this poem practically wrote itself. Does any of this resonate with you? Let me know in the comments below!
Run the day or the day runs you;
I’ve said it before. But it’s incredibly true.
Case in point – my activities today;
I’ve tapped and typed and whittled away.
6-minute diary? Cast aside!
I’m already working! Who has the time?
My juices are flowing and so is the coffee;
At first I see clearly but things soon become foggy.
Umpteen things started, but none of them finished;
All too quickly my excitement – diminished.
And of course it’s Sod’s law that the email then pings;
A deadline pulled forward. The panic sets in.
I’m forced to own up to what I’ve been doing;
Making myself ‘busy’ while actually avoiding
What I should have done first…now suddenly urgent.
No longer the Master, I’m forced play Servant.
As others return from a day hard at work;
To telly and family and afternoon perks.
Nose to the Grindstone. I sit and slave;
Late into the evening. Poor choices I have made.
Run the day or the day runs you;
Tomorrow I’ll eat less. But what I do eat, I’ll chew.
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