Ah, procrastination—our oldest, most toxic, and yet most comforting relationship. We know we should be doing the thing, but suddenly, we’re deep into a rabbit hole of cat videos, reorganizing our sock drawer, or researching if penguins have knees (they do, by the way). It starts small: “I’ll do it in five minutes.” Then five minutes become an hour, an hour becomes a day, and before you know it, you’re in a full-blown panic at 2 AM, fueled by caffeine and regret.
