I got a postcard from France.
My old friend Zack dropped a real, actual, postcard in the mail from France to let me know that March 25, the day I chose for a Re-Inspiration Happy Hour (dark, amateur photos by moi above), happened to coincide with National Procrastination Day. Not anti-procrastination day. No, a day to celebrate procrastination. Or do a little of it. As you choose. Zack spent the day sitting by a brook with a waterfall and singing full out, according to his postcard.
Is that procrastinating? Or is that living?
This month I'm pulling together a one-day workshop just to solve the last scene of my play The Bigsley Project. It involves a sort of office-supply circus act and I have no idea how it can really be staged. (I've backed off having most of the cast on trapeze, but that's still my heart's desire.) I don't yet know exactly when or where or how or even who but I'm not procrastinating on finding out. I'm re-inspired, and looking forward to figuring this mess out.