.qui se battent

Tonight brings with it the all-nighter for the rewrite of a severely procrastinated essay. Tomorrow brings the terribly early morning the comes with an early trip to Oakville to see my friend Andrew for a day.

And with this comes the inevitable confession, that I am procrastinating now, even as I write this.

I am guilty of not trying.

I guess sliding by is a sin of sorts. I have all this potential, and I choose to get by on the good opinions of my instructors instead of latching on to the opportunities I have. This is true of a lot of areas in my life.
And at this moment, for whatever reason, I'm as sorry as I've ever been.

mea culpa
mea culpa
mea maxima culpa