Well, it's all over. The Man With The Plastic Sandwich closed to a fantastic audience on Saturday night. I personally can't think of a better way to finish a run. All of the cast and crew seem to have walked away from the production with happy feelings and good memories, so it can be put down as a worthwhile endeavour.
And what have I been doing with my time since? Throwing all my weight into my writing and getting stuff done? Nope. I have done as little as possible since...I get home from work, help Melanie with dinner, flop down on a couch and pretty much lose myself there. Yes, it's bad of me, but it does feel nice to seriously relax for the first time in a couple months.
My procrastination will be broken though. It needs to be broken. Starting tonight I will slowly start adding projects onto my plate, say dedicating at least 30 minutes a night for writing. I have a writing "to-do" list that's already 10 subjects long, and that doesn't even include my Quality Of Course material that I really should get started on. If I don't start now I'll regret it down the road.
Ah, the cycle never ends. I'm just not destined to be one of those people who lives a 9-5 lifestyle. I have a need to keep busy and have 50000 projects happening simultaneously. It's frantic, it's sometimes stressful, but it's....me.