Distraction of Campfires
I figured out why I accomplish so little, or rather, one major reason other than sheer procrastination, internal desire for perfectionism, and the ease with which I can be distracted if not fully invested in whatever I am doing.
I am a collector at heart. That’s it. Seriously. I, almost compulsively, collect ideas, patterns, recipes, thoughts, words, snippets of “Someday I may need these” facts, and emotions. I get so involved finding, reading, or absorbing “it”, I never get around to doing most of “it”.
I have literally spent entire mornings looking for patterns, ideas, changes to make. That could be why my hard drives are all full. Totally relaxed, in my own world, not giving more than a procrastinating thought to what I had planned to do,and should do on those days.
I may have laid blame on 4 awesome days of babysitting our granddaughter, lifting her so much I was exhausted. But blame must, also, be shared with cloudy skies, summer sun, or cold winds that alternate in bringing me joy and wanting to crawl in bed with a book.
Distraction of picnics
