A Personal Dilemma
Procrastination and the Monday conundrum
Procrastination - the devil that stealthily creeps into my life on a Monday morning. As if summoned by the abrupt arrival of the working week, I find myself choked by its subtle grasp. My morning has unfolded in a series of seemingly productive activities - an invigorating hour long coastal walk with the ridgebacks, a bit of cleaning of the beach house and what feels like pouring my 100th cup of coffee. Yet, lurking beneath this veneer of busyness is the undeniable truth that I have been meticulously avoiding the pressing tasks that await me.
It’s a paradox I’ve grappled with, the peculiar reluctance to embrace work, even when it’s something I deeply love and am passionate about. My profession is not a burden, but rather a source of fulfilment and purpose. So, the questions gnaws at me… why does transitioning from the weekend’s leisure to the demand of the workweek feel so agonising? How about you? Have you managed to get to your desk with a burst of enthusiasm or are you sat lik…