Every Monday morning I wake up with the same misconception: I think I can conquer the world. Well, at least my world. Today was no exception.
Write two chapters--each--for two different novels. No problem
Finish pictures for current photo shoot. Sure.
Catch up on almost a week's worth of laundry. Bring it on.
Clean not just a few rooms--clean the entire house top to bottom. Piece of cake.
Catch up on correspondence and answer phone calls. Heck, yeah.
Run a zillion errands. Why not?
Rearrange blog per feedback from a person who made blog suggestions. Check.
Like all the other Mondays in my life, today my enthusiasm ran wild and free--until mid-afternoon. That's when I rediscovered that rushing, and hurrying, and cramming things into one day (things that really should take a week to complete) never, never works.
The chapters never left my fingers.
The photo shoot is only half-done.
So is the wash.
The house is only one-third of the way clean.
Correspondence and phone calls. No and no.
Blog? Well, the header I tried to put on, took an hour to take off. Suffice it to say it was large. Obnoxiously large. I couldn't figure out why, but the new photo of me contained in the header was about six inches tall. On a blog that's billboard size. It revealed wrinkles and nose hairs I didn't even know I had.
On the verge of tears--lots of tears--I nearly pulled the plug on the whole blog. Seconds before meltdown, I finally got things fixed. That is to say, the blog is back to its original state. Which is much better than having a blog where my giant nose hairs frighten innocent people.
All in all, I have to give myself some credit. I did make marginal progress.
Enough that next Monday I'll wake up and try to conquer my world all over again.
In Memory: Nancy Willard
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