Procrastination is the thief of time; year after year it steals, till all are fled, and to the mercies of a moment leaves the vast concerns of an eternal state. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty chides his infamous delay, pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; in all the magnanimity of thought, resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.
If procrastination were a marketable skill, I'd be a real hot commodity.
Somebody was using the pencil.
Potential is an excuse to procrastinate; Ambition is a means to thrive.
This is a pie chart about procrastination.
I like movies. I've written screenplays as a sort of procrastination thing for me. Like I'll work for a couple months on this idea that's been kicking around and then like 30 pages in I'll just go try a novel because it's a lot easier. That's what I know. So why am I killing myself?
Doesn't reincarnation strike you as just another form of procrastination?
My favorite procrastination is to make the choice to have valuable times with human beings that I care about instead of holing myself up alone to get my work done.
Once a job it has begun, do not stop until it's done. Whether it is big or small, do it well or not all.
