This sandwich sums up the reason why I didn’t write today.

It looks nice doesn’t it? There’s something just right about it, isn’t there?

If this sandwich was a sofa, you could bet your life that it’d be the kind of love-seat where you’d spend most of your leisure time. In fact, after a weekend, you’d probably be so glued to it that it’d take a spatula to jimmy you off.

There’s mozzarella, avocado, rocket and a bit of mayo. A lot of healthy, and just enough unhealthy to appeal to the devil on your shoulder.

But, let’s focus on what I said earlier – the ‘just right’. A lot of moments in life aren’t like this sandwich. Unfortunately.

I didn’t write today because I took too long trying to find that ‘just right’ moment and feeling. The chair was uncomfortable, there was too much glare on the screen, the TV distracted me, a friend messaged me…

So I moved seats, flicked off the telebox and muted my phone.

The sofa seemed like the perfect choice – light from the lamp glinted off the freshly polished leather as it whispered seductively to me.

Unfortunately, it turned out to have the sweet song of a siren and led me to ruin – it was way too comfortable! Soon I had my feet up, and as I sunk into the leathery folds of luxury my mind swam away from the realms of the written world and into the vast, encompassing land of procrastination.

And, thus, to further procrastinate I wrote about this – instead of writing the bestseller that’ll help make me my first million.

I guess the moral of this story is – not everything is going to be just right and not everything is going to seem as appealing as that sandwich – so maybe it’s best to ‘override’ our mind’s inner comfort fanatic and make the most out of the situation.

After all, the key ingredient for writing (when it comes to those of us who don’t do it professionally) is time…I had time to write…that was the golden thing. I had time! But, instead of using it productively I spent it all trying to find the perfect setting and the picture perfect moment.

Lesson learnt. Next time I have the time to write I’ll do so on top of an ant-hill if I have to, and every time I receive the stinging bite of a wrathful red ant on my buttocks I’ll see it as a cue to work a little harder.

Who knows, maybe if Orwell or Hemingway had had the same treatment they might have been even more productive…

In case anyone is more interested in the sandwich than my observations, you can find it at Buzz Kaffebar in the fair city of Copenhagen. Photo credits….to me.