I hate them. They worry me. They fill up the gap between now and then with anxiety.

Except they don’t. I DO THAT. I fill that gap. I let them rob me of now because of then.

Yet, I am very, very good at meeting deadlines. In some ways I need them to get me on track and make me finish.  I’m not always thrilled with the quality of what I do, but it gets done because there is a deadline.