I have now successfully procrastinated myself to the end of the second day of yet another year.
A part of me is adamant not to merrily go down the waterslide of this year and, when I come through the last bend and suddenly see the inviting cool blue water in front of me, have a mild anxiety attack because I didn’t really appreciate the view on the way down and I didn’t really make the most of the ride.
As I am swimming away from the ride on 2011’s waterslide, I’m looking forward to doing some things differently in 2012.
