With the deadline looming, there was a fluttering of something that could only be described as panic lurking in the depths of her belly, looking for an opportunity to rear its cowardly face and overwhelm her.

Then she remembered that she was a master procrastinator who always came through with the goods when it mattered most and with a swig of the strong brew she rarely consumed in the evening, she regrouped and hit the keyboard knowing full well that she’d pull it off in the end.

(Photo: Nardia | a life like ours)