How do I start things in my day?

By waiting for a vision. Say,

A creature inspiration brings.

She makes me want to do good things.

And yet, when inspiration hits,

My willpower is blown to bits.

It’s easier to start a game

Called “Do It Later.” Shifting blame,

The creature tells me I can go

Without a thought to future woe.

She strips me of my one desire

To work in fervor, heated fire.

Who is this agitating elf?

She is none other than myself.