One down, many to go

As I walked up the stairs to the 5th floor, I let my thoughts wander. I was ahead of schedule, my coffee in one hand, croissant in the other, backpack heavy with books and laptop. Then a perverse thought hit my mind. I had 4 flights of stairs, 10 to 15 pages, a car to pick up, a room to pack, a paper to pass in, and a friend to move into an apartment standing in my way before I could feel the bliss of home. With each trudging step I took the task felt more immense. I was getting closer to the 5th floor, getting closer to starting those pages, but Wednesday morning is so far away and watching all my friends go home has left me with little motivation.

I call this post proof of the task ahead.