Procrastination is a killer identity

I just want to make sure that you know what they call me, the work that’s piled on my desk. They call me Princess Procrastination. Or Princess P for short (or, more embarrassingly, PP). I procrastinate more than I sleep. I know all to well how to slack off. I know all too well how to regret. I know all to well how to learn a lesson the hard way. I know all to well how to stay up at freakin’ 4:40 in the morning working on something that should have been done a few days ago, and that is now due just hours later. I go through the motions of procrastination as if that were the proper way to do work. It’s my nature to procrastinate, and it’s very hard to change. In fact, I think it would be easier to change the Earth’s axis than to change my way of working. Sad isn’t it. Yes, but I get by. Oh yeah, I also know how to pull off a bad attitude, or more authentic yet, I’m capable of having bad attitudes – who isn’t when they’re PP?