We’re all guilty of it—procrastination. ‘Not now… later,’ we tell ourselves, but then Later shows up.

 

🎶hello, it’s me… 

You: looking around, confused. Adele?!

Later: no, you stupid—it’s me “later.” Remember, you’ve been neglecting so many things in my honor.

You: sheesh, you sounded like Adele. What was that about?

Later: stop! you’re doing it again. I’m here and you have to take care of all the neglected tasks, chores, and duties and you gotta do it now!

You: ugh, fine! 

 

The day is Monday. All hopes have been suffocated and all dreams have been withering. The sentiment in the air feels eerie. The mood is depressing and all the overdue tasks have been piling up.

 

Then, out of nowhere, by some mysterious miracle from up above—or down below you never know—you get this urge and sensation that takes over your mind and body. You get a rush of energy. You roll up your sleeves, move your hair out of your face, twist your hat backwards—or whatever else tedious hand-to-face gestures we performed to indicate our full and ultimate dedication to getting shit done—you’re now ready! 

 

You don’t even look at your To-Do list anymore because you know exactly what you’ve been neglecting this whole time. You pick up your phone and dial that customer support number to fix your bank card issues. Then, you pick up another phone and dial the other customer support number that you need to fix the other pile of non-ending issues. Right at that moment as you’re ping-ponging between two different customer support angels you feel like Superman at a 9-one-one operation center answering crises and saving the day. 

 

Keeping productivity at a maximum, you get in your car and drive to check off more tasks. Of course, you stop for a quick snack and some gas. One phone is perfectly balanced between your shoulder and ear. The other is smushed into your face by your forearm. Your snack? You’ve got that perfectly crushed between your pinky and the palm of your hand. Simultaneously, you’re pumping gas. 

You = success. 

Later is now your b*tch. 

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You truly are a superhero, a hard-core procrastinator that gets everything done quickly and simultaneously. You deserve a medal! Now gas is pumped. Snack is gassed, one customer service line cuts off by mistake and never calls you back. But that’s OK because you are about progress today. Keep moving, you whisper to yourself as a tiny tear attempts to drop down the side of your cheek, you’re doing great, sweetie. 

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As you're climbing back into your car, you accidentally hang up on that other support line—the one that was almost done helping you. 

So, you sit in your car defeated and unrewarded. 

But then, just right before you spiral, something happens—the clouds part. The sun peeks through, drenching your hopeless soul with brief promise: 

There’s always “later.”