This is a grander version of what I do when I procrastinate: fret about the time I’ve wasted, beat myself up about what I wasted it on, and anxiously berate mys

This is a grander version of what I do when I procrastinate: fret about the time I’ve wasted, beat myself up about what I wasted it on, and anxiously berate myself every minute that I don’t _just stop wasting time_. None of that ever works, and nothing feels better than forgiving myself for it, forgetting all of it, and just getting started. You don’t have any “then” left, but you do have “now” left.