I’m lazy too O.
I also justify my procrastination with “at least I’m not drinking”.
I want more from myself beyond complacent isolation and last-minute mediocrity.
I know it links to rediscovering and nurturing the dormant and nearly-hopeless creative Self lying in the dark room at the back of my mind with curtains pulled staring out into the darkness motionless.
She only got out, was shook from her stupor and into motion by a binge.
I think maybe that sad Soul is my Beast, and she requires my tender support—not my censure , hate, and blame.
But where and how to begin my Life again?