postponed, procrastinated, belated

Not knowing where to start is how I start because I cannot start otherwise. I turned and tossed the idea of patch-working my life, that of others, collecting stories, sound and images here and there into a blog. The idea was so well executed that I did nothing to actually begin anything concrete. In its nebulous form the 'feeling' of the blog was just so cool. Really cool. And what if the words did not do it justice? What if my idea sucked? Terror. Then I said to myself, 'if you have sore throat, eat ice cream' and precisely after a year or two of attempting to create this blog, here I type away with no basic plan, no structure, no purpose really. Welcome.

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  1. calimeroNovember 7, 2010 at 4:11 PM

    is procrastination immoral???

    http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/maybe-its-just-me/201003/is-procrastination-immoral

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  2. calimeroNovember 7, 2010 at 4:12 PM

    I know it sounds too much self-help but that is an interesting research:
    http://iprocrastinate.libsyn.com/successful_self_regulation_is_key

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  3. UnknownNovember 7, 2010 at 7:34 PM

    It's a real pleasure for me to join you in the exploration of those misty realms! "No basic plan, no structure, no purpose"... things can only go right this way, even if they do go wrong!

    L'important n'est pas où l'on va, mais comment on s'y rend... ;)

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  4. KarameraNovember 8, 2010 at 3:45 AM

    You did start after all... and I have become a follower, just so yours isn't a lonely religion ;)

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  5. Meltem GürleNovember 8, 2010 at 9:13 AM

    Go girl! I'm always here to listen to what you have to tell.

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  6. AysegulKNovember 8, 2010 at 10:28 AM

    Hey it is a whole new world out here, great to be a newbie!

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  7. SteeveNovember 8, 2010 at 4:38 PM

    This blog sucks. We want video! Photos! Plagiarized articles from the Turkish press!

    ReplyDelete
  8. AysegulKNovember 9, 2010 at 7:07 PM

    hah ha ))) Steeve, you're damn right!

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