Well, well! I started writing a post about my current overload of “unfinished symphonies” while the laundry whirled itself into a tangle. Of course, dear Blogger now has an auto-save feature, so I meandered through my bookmarks for a “quick read” while the laundry un-whirled its tangles. I saw that Vicki, from Bibi’s Beat, had dropped by so I zipped over to read her post.
Not wanting to be a copy-cat of Vicki’s piece, maybe I should shove this back into the saved folder until another day. It’s not as though I have nothing else to do.Or write about!
But I’ve already begun a new cartoon so I’ll let this run…
… as do we all. But in my case, I think I can fairly say that I have only two faults. Character flaws? Endearing traits? And, in combination, these two faults are probably the worst and represent my life’s greatest hurdles.
I have a tendancy towards impatience. I rush my fences, metaphorically speaking.
And I am one of life’s great procrastinators. Oh yes! Dinah can always find some reason to delay.
I think if I were to be scrupulously honest I would admit that my procrastination is an insecurity response. I delay the tasks which might result in failure.
No, I’m not afraid of the trying. But somewhere in the back of my mind is a shadowy authority figure, just waiting to tell me I could have done better. My school reports frequently had comments such as: “must concentrate.” ” easily distracted.” ” must try harder.” These shadowlands do not seem to have many figures praising my efforts. A legacy from the old-fashioned approach to teaching, perhaps?
Whatever the explanation, I still find myself ” putting off til tomorrow what I could do today.”
And starting more and more projects…
Cynthia, if you read this…the doll is nearly done!