A Bad Habit

I've found myself lately becoming such a procrastinator. 

I have all these plans to do so many things - yet I don't get around to doing them. 

I'm in the habit of thinking that because I'm learning new things about my interests, that I'm making progress. Learning is always good - but unless I'm 'doing' with the learning it all remains unpracticed. There was a time where I was constantly taking photo's, writing, making art and I saw progress, not necessarily huge amounts, but progress none the less.

One thing I've learnt is procrastination seems harmless at the time, but too much procrastination leads to exhaustion; a dimming down of ones flame. 

It takes a great amount of energy to wrestle silent the pulls of ones passions. 

It's all time lost; all skills gone unrefined; all hearts put on hold.

It's been said that 'comparison is the thief of joy'. I think it could also be said that 'procrastination is the thief of joy'. It becomes a thief of our time, our energy, our passions, our progress and if practiced long enough, the very make-up of who we were made to be.

It's interesting how dictionary.com give such a fitting example of the use of the word procrastination. Its example is "too much research is one of procrastination's most elegant disguises". 

This is the habit I've gotten into - information in, little results out. It's so unsatisfying. I feel all dried up and wrung out. Only a little like myself.

So I shall begin forming the habit again; practicing enjoying the things I love more regularly. Allowing myself to be me.

Letting my passions come alive ...