The-waiting-is-the-worst-part

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…so why did I?….wait, I mean.

'A million different reasons, and they all sounded good at the time. 

Something else was pressing.  My time was out.  The phone rang.  I was needed elsewhere.  I was lazy.  I was fearful.

We've talked about procrastination here before…perhaps the single most determined hit-man of progress.

Over the weekend, I finally tackled the MONSTER project of moving my noisy DAW computer out of my recording studio.  It took me all of an hour to cut the hole in the wall, and attach all the patch cables. 

Now: SILENCE.

One hour…and I waited, what?….months?…years to do that?

Preposterous. 

CourVO

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