Procrastination

Growing up, I always thought of dads to be super brave and organized. Then I became one and I thought, heck, no one’s going to make me enter a pitch black room alone. And I’m still so disorganized. I’d pack my bags a few hours before a trip, often missing one or two toiletries in the process. My room’s still a mess. And let’s not talk about paperwork.

 

Today I needed to get something done. What usually takes me 30 minutes turned into an all-afternoon and up to the early evening affair. And its just paperwork. With a set template. So, a note to my teenage self, there is no magic maturity spell that happens when you cross into adulthood and become a father. What you were in your teens, is the same you a few decades later. Just less hair. And a bigger belly.

“Wasting time is not the same as wasted time.” Yeah right hehehe