Welcome to my world

Welcome to my world
There's a very dirty word that has entered into my life. No, no, it's not the dreaded 'F' bomb. Procrastination. There, I said it. Now the word alone isn't cause for concern, the action, or more to the point, non-action of its meaning is the problem. I am the first to admit that I suffer from the greatest of intentions. And then, in the thick of my ambitions something happens. I have a pretty good idea what it is. Or at least, I think I'm in the right ball park. Some of it comes from being disorganized. Some of it comes from wanting to be a people pleaser. Some of it comes from attention seeking, but in all honesty, I think a large part of mine, at least, comes from fear. Fear of success. Fear of failure. I think that's part of the reason I've also skimmed through life barely making average. That must change. Now I'm not talking about huge radical departures, vision quests or anything else that monumentally life changing. Just taking baby steps in the right direction. You can't learn unless you make mistakes, or at least the big important lessons, anyway, I don't think. I began the journey last night. Despite having a whooping headache, I went to the Y and joined the walking group and went out for about 5km. That impressed me. And it got rid of my headache. I also sat for half an hour or so and meditated. Also something else I dearly need to resume on a regular basis. Later today, and I mean this, not as a procrastination attempt, I will sit down and dedicate at least an hour to writing. And I don't just mean reading over something I wrote. I mean putting fresh thoughts to paper. Er, well, keyboard to screen.
Be blessed!