I think I have time to do things. So I scroll through Instagram, the devil's playground.
And then the deadline approaches.
Out of nowhere.
LIke this post for instance.
I should have written it hours ago.
But now I have to go pick up my son from school in two minutes. I won't have time later to write. He will be crawling on top of my head.
What should I write about?
Is this how I want to live my life?
Am I putting aside the most important things, waiting to do them, and then it will be too late?
I'll be on my deathbed, furiously typing away on my keyboard. Not yet, I'll say. Not yet.