about deadlines that sends me down the Web rabbit hole? I guess it's a form of procrastination - and here's the reality - I've got but a few hours to bang out two articles. Two articles, by the way, that I have not a great deal of interest in writing. So they will likely be mediocre.
I frequently favor rumination as my means to the end - that being completion of said deadlines. So I just let it tumble about in my brain while doing other things...like Rosie the Robot, if you will.
But here's the thing - the rabbit hold almost INVARIABLY leads me to sad places...obituaries, haunting testimonials about pain, loss, grief and (gulp) forgiveness. So what's that prime mover getting at here?
let go
go on
Ah, what would Rosie do?
