I Broke My Own Rule About Laziness

So here's the thing, I swear to myself every morning that I'll start sorting through my garage this week. Yeah, that's been going on for months now. And it always starts with good intentions, you know? 'Maybe today,' or 'Only a little bit, just enough to feel like I made progress.' But here's the funny part: once I'm in there, every little sound or shadow makes me think I hear mice, and before I know it, I’m out of there faster than Usain Bolt at a sprint. And then I tell myself, 'Tomorrow,' but somehow tomorrow turns into 'next week' and next week just rolls right back around to today. So here I am, confessing my great fear of doing real work on something so trivial. Yeah, that's me, the king (or queen) of procrastination. It’s like I’m scared of actually getting it done because then what will I do with all that extra time? Haha, yeah, I know, right? So maybe this is just my confession to being lazy and finding any excuse not to do something when it involves effort. But honestly, who doesn’t have a little bit of that in them?