Summer is busy and not-so-busy at the same time. Or, so it seems to me. My to-do list is miles long, and yet I sit in my recliner and watch sit-coms all day long, bored out of my mind and wishing for something to do. And then I think: Wait I’m a writer. I should use this time to write. And then I argue that with “No, Autumn, you have a ton of crap to do,” at which point, I look at my to-do list, get stressed and sit back for another episode.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am lazy. Don’t get me wrong, I love to be busy; I love checking off one more item off the to-do list and feeling accomplished for the day. The problem is when I wake up and crack open a bag of mini-muffins and a can of Mountain Dew, I plop my booty down into my recliner and think… “Oh I’ll just watch one episode while I eat… then I’ll get to work.” Lo and behold, 14 episodes later… I’m still in my recliner with a plate of pizza crusts and 5 empty cans of Mountain Dew sitting on the table beside me.
Yep. This is summer.
I tell people that I wish I had a job, because then at least I would be forced to not be lazy. I’m a good worker… once I actually get started. But getting started? That’s the trick. I just keep making excuses for myself. When I started this blog, I set out to post at least once a day… but then I left the country… and had no computer. So… I got out of the habit. Now, I keep making excuses to not write, even though it’s something I love to do. I just really don’t understand myself at this point in time.
The point is… I’m trying to break my habit of not being in the habit of writing daily. Step one, check!