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Confessions of a Serial Procrastibaker
I’ll set the scene. I’ve put the kettle on, changed into my comfiest joggers, opened the doors to let in that neurone-generating fresh air, put on my ambient “work” playlist, adjusted my desk and chair to it’s optimum productivity height, switched my phone onto airplane mode, set a timer for a yoga break and thought about preparing a little snack to keep me going but resisted. There. I’m good to go. I’m seeing an entire fruitful day of work ahead with zero distractions. Nada, zilch. zip.
As I open my laptop I catch site of that bunch of rhubarb on the worktop that I bought last week…Such a pretty colour. How much longer is rhubarb in season for? I knew I should have made a snack…I shake the interruption away and return my gaze back to the laptop screen. Ten minutes later, all of my emails have been replied to and it’s time to tackle real work. Writing client menus, getting those recipes off of those scraps of blue-roll and into documents and finally making solid steps into making sure that those new project ideas don’t stay in the notebook that should be named, “The Place That All Good Ideas Come to Die.” I stretch my neck and catch a glimpse of the rhubarb again. It does need using up, it’ll be a shame for it to go over. I shut my laptop screen as I think of making a rhubarb crumble.
