I’m moving on Monday. I hate moving. I hate packing, I hate unpacking, I hate change. I hate it all.
So I procrastinate.
This is what it looks like (imagine me dithering about this whole time…):
Right, I’ll do the clothes that I know I don’t need this week.
Wait, I need to put them in that big box, why are those clothes in that smaller box?
Oh yeah… ha! Old work clothes. I should … Continue Reading