The Dog Ate My Homework

That's the excuse I never used in school. I knew it was too lame and, instead, just said "Didn't do it."

It's early in the morning and I, as I lay in bed pondering whether I should just get up or try to go back to sleep for an hour, I realize I have no post for this morning. So I give up on sleep and get up. After grabbing some coffee and firing up the computer, I am faced with a blank screen. Not only in front of me but the chalkboard of my mind is also blank.

That's the biggest fear any writer can face: the empty pit where the ideas should be. Like standing over an abyss. I meant to gather some thoughts yesterday and put something together but it slipped from my mind. It wasn't because I was busy, I just plain forgot.

I have come to look at my blog as I once looked at homework, I suppose. Something to put off. I often wonder why I procrastinate as I do. I do not know why others do it but my procrastination is out of fear. Fear of failure, fear of humiliation, fear of not measuring up to my own standards. My standards are not high either.

Later, I will be playing golf. Which has its own set of fears. The same ones that cause me to procrastinate. I dread that first swing on the first hole and I dread all the ones that come after it.

I thought of something yesterday that went like this:

The key to good golf is confidence, the key to confidence is playing good golf.

It's a "catch-22", is it not?

And that line sums up life. At least, it does my own.