Sorry, I procrastinated
I open my eyes and I see that I am riding in the back of a car. I do not recognize whose car it is or how I got here. We arrive at our destination. I get out of the car. We are at my sister’s house. I know that this is her house but it doesn’t look like her house. This is my aunt’s house.
This is when I realize I am dreaming. This is when I no longer have to be a character in a movie played out before me. I can control my dream. It can become lucid.
This is normally when I would give a description of what lucid dreaming is about but I can’t now. I must not procrastinate.
“Wake up! Wake up!” I feel a tug on my arm. “Wake up!” It’s a child’s voice. It is my daughter. “Can I go back to bed for 5 minutes?” she asks. “Sure, go ahead.” I reply.
What am I teaching her? I am teaching her it is ok to procrastinate. I have already moved her closer to mastering the art of procrastination. Then there are the other arts. The art of deception. The art of lying. The art of revenge.
I should be teaching her the art of success. Or perhaps one of the fine arts. Such as ballet or acting.
I now give you a flash forward. I am standing on a balcony in a theatre. Though it is 10 years from now it feels like a it is set in the 1920’s but with the sharpness of a modern day film. I am sipping on champagne. I look across the crowd of people. There is a dancer getting ready to perform. I can not tell if it is a child or an adult. The stage is too far away. All I know is my daughter is up next.
That is the picture I should have in mind for my child. Those are the arts that she should aspire to excel in. Not the art of procrastination.
I can see it unfold. It starts with her waiting to do her homework later so she can watch a television show. ( Which can you tell me why networks have to play kid shows when kids get home from school? That was a rhetorical question. I know why they do.) Then she will put off college. Next she will put off looking for a decent job. In the end I will have a lazy 30 year old living on my couch. The only good thing with this scenario is that I don’t have to wear a suit. Some people just do not look good in a suit. They feel awkward in them and the feeling of being uncomfortable is displayed in all of their mannerisms. To master wearing a suit some may have to learn the art of deception.
I would like to tell you about the art of deception but that will have to wait till next time.
I won’t procrastinate any longer. I have to post this so I can begin the art of writing.