The Art of Doing Nothing (Expert Level)
Procrastination: because future me can handle it. (Hopefully.)

I should start now.
I will start now.
I just need to check my phone real quick.
Five minutes. That’s all.
…Ten minutes.
…Okay, an hour. But I needed to scroll.
Brain: “Time to work?”
Me: “Obviously. Just after one more snack.”
The snack turns into a break.
The break turns into a nap.
The nap turns into deep existential reflection
about the meaning of life,
my childhood dreams,
and whether penguins have knees.
I look at the time.
The panic sets in.
Suddenly, I am the fastest, most efficient human alive.
A whirlwind of last-minute genius.
An unstoppable force of adrenaline-fueled productivity.
The work gets done.
But at what cost?
If you, too, wait until fear kicks in before getting things done—welcome. We don’t start early, but we do finish… usually in a chaotic, caffeine-fueled rush.
About the Creator
Olayinka Atiyeye
Poet. Soft chaos. Professional heartbreaker (on paper). If you like your feelings in stanza form, you’re in the right place.
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