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Waiting too long

  I am a hopeless procrastinator. I've started so many craft projects only to finish, say, 10% of them. I started a crewel embroidery when my niece was born. I almost finished it and ran out of one color wool. She's 23 now, so I know I'll never do it.
I used to write poetry regularly, and I always planned to type it and collect it for future editing. But I moved many times and I couldn't tell you how many years it's been since I've seen any of it. And I just don't have it in me any more to do them again. My head is in a different place.
  I planned to leave my husband years before I finally got the nerve to do it. I put off seeing the doctor until adverse conditions were fairly well along. I delayed going to see my mother as planned the day she unexpectedly died, so I never got to say goodbye.
  Some things make me refuse to wait. I'm already at peace with God. I tell my father as often as I can what a wonderful man he is, a good example to others, honest and hard-working and decent. He's made my life so rewarding and I won't risk regretting time I didn't spend with him or letting him know how much he means to me. I let my brothers know how proud I am of them and how special they are.
  I am trying to hand out more compliments, smile directly at people, and to give out more praise. I want to be encouraging and supportive and have a positive affect on my own small sphere of influence. I don't want to procrastinate giving a little lift to someone or setting a gentle example. I'm going to start letting people know when I admire them or appreciate some fine quality they have.
  And I've reached some new threshold where I don't want to procrastinate improving my writing and putting it out there for people to see. I'm going to write until no one can stand to see anything I put on paper if necessary. I've waited long enough to get it out.