Thanksgiving. You can almost taste the roast turkey and pumpkin pie as it rolls off the tongue. The dinner table is set with too much food on it, you engage in loud and uncomfortable conversations with family you only see twice...

It’s Friday night. I am vegetating on the couch after an extensive and exhausting week of procrastination. I suddenly feel an overwhelming wave of guilt crash over my lifeless body. Why am I so lazy? Why am I still in my plaid sk...