Oct
All work and no play makes mama a dull girl
I should be doing homework, but I’m not. I should be cleaning my house or something, but I’m not. I should most defintiely be working out, but again, I’m not.
I’m p r o c r a s t i n a t i n g. How fun! And if you’re reading this, I think you might be too.
Have you ever known one of those people that seems to be sprinting ALL THE TIME? I mean seriously, the kind of person that says something like, “I haven’t sat down to watch a TV show in years!” when you ask them what they think of the latest cast of So You Think You Can Dance (best show EVER, by the way, in case you were wondering). And then you feel dumb because you do have enough time to sit down and watch TV. But then you realize it’s not really a matter of time, but maybe a matter of stamina? And, I suppose, priorities? Pfft. Priorities! Ha!
Yeah, there are lots of people like that in my life. It all started with my piano teacher when I was growing up. She vacuumed her house every day. Every day! And baked bread and froze it just in case someone in the neighborhood could use it. And she exercised every day. And took care of her daughter’s kids (not to mention her daughter). And her hair was always big and poofy and perfect. And she always wore make-up, including lipstick! And had matching accessories (including a variety of watches that fascinated me). And she taught piano lessons all the time. And then she’d take these extravagant trips to Venezuala to go scuba diving with her husband. When asked once how she did it all she said she only needed about 4-5 hours of sleep a night. Oh, and did I mention she had arthritis? But still got everything done all the frickin’ time?
This woman became the standard of amazingness for my mother and I. Since then if we’d find someone else that was constantly going, going, going, we’d say “Oh, she’s a Barbara Paulsen, that one!”
My best friend is one of those. I fully realized this when this last Christmas she drove 25 minutes to my house to deliver a plate of goodies on a beautiful Christmas platter. Included on it was homemade zucchini bread, made from the zucchini she grew in her garden. Which somehow she did between taking a full load of nursing classes. And working. And keeping up a beautifully decorated house. And cooking healthy meals for her husband. And running/weight-lifting to stay healthy. And tending her niece. AND, oh goodness, she crochets baby blankets to keep on hand for when a friend or coworkers announces a pregnancy. PLUS, she has struggled with a mysterious digestive illness that has regularly put her in the hospital and caused almost daily pain and discomfort. Yeah, she is definitely one of those.
I am not one of those.
I like to watch TV.
Tags: procrastination
