I put off working on whatever it is I have to do,
and put it off,
and put it off,
and the
pressure builds. Finally as I approach deadline, and my head is about to explode, I get down to it, finish it, and turn it in at the 11th hour.
Now let's say I could take a pill that would relieve me of this annoying trait. There I would be, peaceful and comfortable, working away at an easy pace and finishing well before deadline. No pressure. No anxiety. But what would I have given up?