Procrastination

I am in a lucid, antsy state today. Possible to be both? Everything seems to be closing in on me, but yet....everything so far away. So many things to do, and so many things to be done, that I am confident I have become the epitemy of a poster child for procrastination. In a race, and getting my ass kicked.
I don't regret what I need to do or what needs to be done. I obviously do it to myself, and in part a portion is getting ready for a wedding of two of my closest friends. So yeah, fun involved too. Minus the 5 hours of photos before the wedding though! And most likely tugging and pulling at the straps of my dress for 12 hours. (Maggie, you are worth it though!)
I want to leave, go on a drive, and forget about my adult responsibilities towards life this week, ahh how I want to be at my haven. The lake. A resort in the middle of Minnesota on the water, with endless inspirations at hand. Every direction, nature erupts into a postcard. Within that, every ounce of stress, every bad vibe, every notion of dark, seemingly melts away there. The waves hitting the beach, sand in between my toes, and shells of every shape and kind. Pebbles tossed in the lake, ahhh I so feel it now.
The wind in my hair, the way the sun engulfs the water to ribbons of velvet, and how the pounding of the waves to the boat, cradle me safe.
I can almost smell the campfire, a staple back at camp. It is always kindling, more so as dusk and into the midnight hours. The loons sing their song, and in the distance the moon scatters dust across the lake, like brilliant diamonds.
Ahh... I want to be there.
There is this strange high of just feels right, when I am there. It's my sanctuary. I can almost hear the cabin doors slamming, and the putter of the boat motors.
So yeah, Miss Procrastination herself, ME! is daydreaming again, but it aids in knowing I'll be there before the end of the year. At the time when the leaves are falling, and the earth turning cooler. I can't wait...
Till then, I have tasks at hand...
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