I didn’t go to sleep when I said I would.
I woke up later in the day.
I’m not even near finishing anything,
all that would already be done by now.
So now I sit here on my lunch break.
There’s no rest and relaxing later.
I sacrificed later for now.
This is the price I must pay now.
Well so be it, I’ll pay it.
I can’t do anything about it now.
All I can do is accept that I must,
accept that I got more to do now.
Whether or not it was worth it,
that much doesn’t matter to me.
I did it, and it’s done.
Nothing I can do now about it,
nothing but make up for it right now.
I can at least make it easier for later.
I didn’t go to sleep when I said I would.
I woke up later in the day, and now I’m behind. Every moment that passes reminds me of what I haven’t done yet. I could sit here and stew in regret, but what’s the point? Regret doesn’t clear the slate; it just adds to the weight. What matters now is what I do next. What I do with the time that remains.
I’m not even near finishing anything.
All that would already be done by now if I had stayed true to my word. The price for indulgence is steep, but I can pay it. I’ve paid worse debts before. Today’s missteps don’t have to define the entire day. They’re just a small chapter, and the story can still turn around.
So now I sit here on my lunch break.
Every minute feels borrowed. There’s no rest and relaxing later; that luxury is gone. I sacrificed later for now, and I made that trade knowing full well what it would cost. But this moment, right now, is mine to decide. I can sulk about what I’ve lost, or I can reclaim what’s left.
This is the price I must pay now.
Well, so be it. I’ll pay it. No hesitation, no complaints. The balance always evens out in the end, one way or another. If today’s price is exhaustion, so be it. If it means digging deeper into reserves I didn’t know I had, then I’ll dig.
I can’t do anything about it now.
All I can do is accept that I must. Accept that I got more to do now because of the choices I made earlier. Whether or not it was worth it, that much doesn’t matter to me anymore. It’s done. What matters is what happens next, how I handle this moment, and how I rise to meet it.
Whether or not it was worth it.
That question feels irrelevant now. The past is done, untouchable. What I control is what I build from here. I can wallow in frustration, or I can let this setback fuel me. I’ve always been good at turning things around. This time will be no different.
I did it, and it’s done.
Nothing I can do now about it, nothing but make up for it right now. So I will. I’ll push through what’s left and keep my focus sharp. Because what really matters isn’t whether I fell behind—it’s that I refuse to stay behind.
I can at least make it easier for later.
That’s the plan now. Lay the groundwork here, clear what I can, and ease the load for the next phase. Every step forward now is a step less to take tomorrow. And as always, I’ll find a way. I always do.
