And yet—especially with a creative task—I find the muses do not desert me. They’re not angry with me. When I get around to focusing on my task, they are right there. They’re happy to see me. They don’t hold my timewasting against me, and neither does the universe.
I can procrastinate all I want; the universe is right there with me, pulling for me. The universe doesn’t hold grudges or chide me for missed opportunities. That’s just my misguided critical mind. The universe remains excited about things; it never gets deflated over my “laziness.” With what the universe has seen, do I really think it cares about my laziness?