Procrastination

Packing is the worst. This is my procrastination.

I am leaving in two days to drive to my new (temporary) home in Philadelphia. I will be performing The Nutcracker with the Pennsylvania Ballet.  I am incredibly excited. I just wish I didn’t have to pack first. Could I just snap my fingers and be there with all my belongings? I spent nearly all day yesterday making piles on my bed and arranging them into my suitcase. Giving it my best attempt to effectively utilize the space and fit as many things in each suitcase as I could. At about 9 I hit a wall. Bedtime was approaching quickly and I was still overwhelmed by the amount of un-packed items on my bed. They all had to go before I could sleep. (I did that intentionally but it slightly backfired). I ended up loosely tossing the rest of my things into an empty suitcase and left it for today. As you can see, that plan isn’t working out so great. I am about 2/3 of the way complete with my packing. It’s just that last awful 33.3 repeating percent. It’ll have to happen either today or tomorrow or it’s getting left behind. I’ll just force myself into my room, crank up some tunes (lately I’ve been obsessed with the new M83 album “Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming.”) and not let myself out until I have successfully packed my third and final suitcase.

The motivation will come. I can feel it.

Almost.

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