Modern day procrastination isn't just limited to the masses of starry eyed collegiate slackers out there. I have one hour to learn about 30 menu items for a new restaurant gig I've lined up, and, naturally, I'm perusing my bookmarks for little bits of internet interest. It really isn't a big deal, but it does raise a pertinent question: Does one really ever grow out of the ugly habit of procrastination? Are there nobel prize winners waiting til the 11th hour to pen their acceptance speeches? Do journalists take long lunches before rushing back to the office to pound out copy that has a looming deadline?
Who knows. But, surely not.
Maybe I'll never succeed at anything without conquering my predisposition to dallying in the face of obstacles. Or maybe, just maybe, I will.
While I was putting off my menu memorization I came across this sweet freestyle on the Black Cab Sessions website.
1 year ago