{"id":9557,"date":"2020-09-16T09:30:01","date_gmt":"2020-09-16T14:30:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=9557"},"modified":"2020-09-16T09:30:13","modified_gmt":"2020-09-16T14:30:13","slug":"procrastinating-does-work","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/09\/16\/procrastinating-does-work\/","title":{"rendered":"Procrastinating Does Work"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Inspiration was yet to strike the young artist. Minutes passed. Then hours passed. Eventually, days had passed. Hands were twirled. Sentences were typed. But, none felt inspired<\/em> enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0So, naturally the artist did what anyone dedicated to their craft would do, she procrastinated. She made brownie cookies. (yummy btw (:) She rearranged an entire home. She even attempted to watch paint dry.\u00a0 Finally a light bulb went off over her head. She would write about procrastinating, one of her favorite past times. Quickly she reached for her laptop and began to type.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Fingers danced across the keys elegantly to push the ideas out of her skull so she wouldn’t get distracted. (she was still distracted) Her eyes were fixed the screen like it was a binge-worthy show. After a few minutes, maybe hours of working she let out a satisfied sigh. Here’s the finished result of the poem. The following poem is the original work of Taylor Lafayette titled, “Procrastination.”<\/p>\n

I\u00a0 will\u00a0 do\u00a0 it<\/span><\/p>\n

One\u00a0 day\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

What\u00a0 is\u00a0 such\u00a0 a\u00a0 task\u00a0 that\u00a0 demands\u00a0 my\u00a0 efforts?<\/span><\/p>\n

One\u00a0 day\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u00a0 shall\u00a0 get\u00a0 done<\/span><\/p>\n

But,\u00a0 now\u00a0 is\u00a0 NOT\u00a0 the\u00a0 time<\/span><\/p>\n

The\u00a0 sun\u2019s\u00a0 too\u00a0 low\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And\u00a0 I\u2019m\u00a0 feeling\u00a0 ill<\/span><\/p>\n

Excuses\u00a0 accumulate\u00a0 in\u00a0 my\u00a0 lap<\/span><\/p>\n

Not\u00a0 a\u00a0 bone\u00a0 in\u00a0 my\u00a0 body\u00a0 wants\u00a0 to\u00a0 be\u00a0 put\u00a0 to\u00a0 motion<\/span><\/p>\n

So\u00a0 I\u00a0 rest\u00a0 them\u00a0 now\u00a0 and\u00a0 pending<\/span><\/p>\n

If\u00a0 my\u00a0 position\u00a0 changes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

So\u00a0 does\u00a0 the\u00a0 weather<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u00a0 will\u00a0 do\u00a0 it\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

One\u00a0 day\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But,\u00a0 Today\u2019s\u00a0 not\u00a0 that\u00a0 day\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

What\u00a0 is\u00a0 such\u00a0 a\u00a0 task\u00a0 that\u00a0 demands\u00a0 my\u00a0 efforts?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Sometimes procrastination does work. Keep procrastinating friends, just pinkie promise to not tell your parents or teachers I said that. (it’s our little secret, u pinkie promised)<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Inspiration was yet to strike the young artist. Minutes passed. Then hours passed. Eventually, days had passed. Hands were twirled. Sentences were typed. But, none felt inspired enough.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0So, naturally the artist did what anyone dedicated to their craft would do, she procrastinated. She made brownie cookies. (yummy btw (:) She … Continue reading “Procrastinating Does Work”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":69,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9557"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/69"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9557"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9557\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9581,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9557\/revisions\/9581"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9557"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9557"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9557"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}