Surviving Procrastination

It is bitterly cold here in Toronto this morning, the type of cold where you can see your breath when you breathe. It’s -9°C outside (feels like -17°C), and even though the official start of winter is still weeks away, fall has graciously given way to winter.
And like the ground that begins to freeze, become solid and impenetrable due to the cold winter temperatures, I, too, am frozen. Actually, I’m caught (again) in a debilitating restlessness, and doing my best to break free.
I’ve been strugg...