Where did it come from in my life?
I never liked to have pressure. I used to do my homework right away, starting on Friday evening and finishing on Saturday morning even if I had no weekend plans.
And I always tackled the hardest first and got it out of the way. I never took more than a month on a three-month assignment. I always packed early for trips….so tell me why there are finished writings sitting in my desk, (or on the computer), and not being sent off?
Tell me why I have sewing projects ready to put together, but why are they still in pieces?
Tell me why my notes are all over and for Heaven’s sake:
tell me WHY, even though I struggled get the hallway/living room painted just before the cousins arrived for last Thanksgiving, are the walls in the entry hall/kitchen/dining area stripped of their horrid, busy, torn, dirty wallpaper but not completely painted yet???
I had all year! And time is ticking away.
So even if you have an answer for me, I can’t psycho-analyze myself; I have no time…all my furniture is pulled away from the walls, books are piled up, shelves are down, baskets and boxes with what the shelves should hold are being tripped-over…and grandkids run in and out.
Wish me luck. I WILL get a grip; I am determined to have this place in shape so that we have a decent holiday and after the beginning of the New Year the scattered notes will be read, the new works will be completed, the finished works will be sent out…(which are possibly some of the reason the painting is going on now, but really…all year?)
I’m laughing, laugh with me! I just did this when I should have been in bed!