All Natural

Perpetuation of the habit of procrastination.

I made a commitment to post regularly last February and I went against that proclamation. It was an all natural act for me.

The mind was willing, but the resolve was weak. Or, the mind was willing, but the contents were scattered all over the place. Picking up the pieces and putting them together to form a coherent and logical whole proved to be a daunting task. Maybe, I was just too lazy to do something about it. OR... or... probably, I was too conscious of doing things the right way, the perfect way... by dwelling on my aversion for imperfection or mistakes, I ended up relinquishing the appetite for action and accomplishment.

Success is never without a touch of failure. What failure touches, moves and grows.