I'm a procrastinator. I love to get things done, yet there is a hitch in my getthingsdone that prevents me from getting around to the getting done of things. The hitch is me.
I'm the problem. Yep, it's definitely me.
I admit it.
One of the scariest things I've learned as a parent is that my kids do or say or think the same actions or words or ideas as me.
Sometimes that's good, but sometimes it's decidedly disappointing.
I'm a procrastinator and I have passed on my procrastinatorly ways.
Mo has a lot of post-graduation and post-Kenya trip 'thank you' notes to write. This morning we were talking about them and she, or maybe it was Steve, used the word 'looming' to describe them.
I have a lot of things to deloom. The procrastinator in me detests the to-do lists but the artist in me is intrigued by the possibilites of delooming.
These things await those who master the art of delooming.
Today is my Delooming Day. I'll delight in every little thing that gets undone.