Okay, So I Talk About Insipid Things At Times

Total Truth. I do. Like last week’s post about Jeans Jackets. It was so much fun to read people’s responses. I had a wonderful time. Some people go to amusement parks, I find people are my amusement (and befuddlement and source of irritation and well, everything in between).

      So, what is she pondering today, you may be saying? (Or, maybe you’re at an amusement park with your family and couldn’t give two S$$*!s. ) I am wondering why I hate to file papers? I don’t mind getting the papers, reading the papers, but filing them…NOOOOOOO. 

      I have the same problem with laundry. Don’t mind washing and drying (although not my favorite thing to do) and folding, but the putting away…ugh. Total drudgery and a task I often put off until I have piles of clean clothes just falling over.

     Hmmm…do I have difficulty completing things? Does this mean a larger issue of saying good-bye? Oh, I hate saying good-bye. It seems so final. Sometimes, it is final. Oh, the knot in my stomach says, yep, that may be it.

     I’ll blame it on my Army Brat upbringing. We moved very frequently, and I could leave all my troubles behind. I never had to resolve too much of anything. We’d be moving on. It was lovely really. Oh, yes, hard to change schools, make new friends, it was not paradise by any means, but leaving my troubles behind was glorious.

     So, at almost age 63, how do I break myself of this way of thinking, of existing, of handling/not handling things like piles of paper, clean and folded laundry. The list goes on. Clearly, I need an assistant. Do you like the way I totally avoided having to face the issues head on, but instead found someone else to do those things? Well, I didn’t actually “find” anyone. It’s simply a “Wouldn’t it be great if…” scenario.

      I just want to spend my time in creativity, reading, thinking…I would have made a great Henry David Thoreau. I really would have. I read where women from his neighboring village would feel sorry for him in his bachelorhood and lonely lifestyle in the woods and bring him food. I think, I would really like this.

      I would wander, ponder and food would be waiting for me in my simple (and chic) cabin. Does this lifestyle exist anywhere anymore? I think he had like two changes of clothing, so you wash one, wear one. He couldn’t get mail-no mailbox.

     Oh dear, I am day dreaming again. Is that creative? Well, I enjoyed it and it hurt no one, so I am going with “Yes, it was creative.”

      And you, my dear readers, what do you put off doing? Come on, there’s got to be something! Don’t leave me hanging out here in Procrastination Valley! Thank you for reading my piece today. Ponder on.