I’m the type who will quite happily procrastinate for…well. Kind of forever. If I can ignore a problem into oblivion, then, hey! I really *didn’t* have to do anything.
Sometimes though, ignoring a problem is more of a statement then I’m willing to make; being that inaction, is, in and of itself, always a choice, and also, oxymoronically, inherently an action.
Letting go of an opportunity, or choosing *not* to act, is an action.
So, sometimes, the consequences of choosing not to act are unacceptable, and one must then…do *something*.
I’ve found that it’s usually quite terrifying, often in an utterly paralyzing way. It’s also amazingly, incredibly rewarding.
The rush of a challenge well met.
I hope to never be done with these challenges. The ones that I have to think about, the ones that I have to face, and then ultimately commit.
It’s rather like cliff jumping.
Not always a good idea; completely freaking terrifying, and always worth doing.