Thirteen years in a job that constantly reinforced the cycle of caffeine, nicotine, alcohol, rinse and repeat. Procrastination perhaps in not leaving earlier.
Ironically, an avenue of escape from that job to my dream job was opened at night over a bottle of crown royal on the tailgate of a truck with one of my now best friends. Perhaps the only good thing to happen in my life while drinking.
Fifteen years later of internalizing the daily stresses brought on by work and family responsibility, and the drama that people seem to almost always manufacture, and turning that energy towards some form of alcohol. Procrastination in changing that pattern? Definitely!! Not sure how that pattern is going to change, but I know what I need to do at least.
Procrastinating on cleaning and organizing out the shed, or painting the house, that's another subject.