I am a big procrastinator. I make big plans, I love a big plan, and then just... don't do anything else. And often that's fine, although I might feel a bit rubbish. The problem comes afterwards: when I berate myself (which feels really rubbish.) I tell myself the most awful things. That I'm lazy. I'm useless. I never do anything worthwhile, and therefore I am myself, not worthwhile. I'm worthless. And all because, for example, I didn't put away the washing! I'm sure you can r
