The clock keeps moving and I am slow to follow.
I finally have a day at home and I don’t want to waste it, but I am having trouble getting started.
Maybe a cup of coffee would help.
All I want to do, is curl up with a blanket and the laptop and write and draw and listen to music and think about all the things that make me happy.
But you know what? I wouldn’t really be happy. No matter how comfortable I would be, I would know deep down that I should be folding the three baskets of clean laundry in my room, and I should be washing the small collection of dirty dishes that have formed a line on my counter. I would know that my floors are still dirty even though I’m not walking on them and that my future is still coming even though I’m not planning for it.
Wake up little motivation…wake up! I need you.
Maybe I need to challenge my ticking clock to a race.
You should hang out with me more. I have no doubt I could get you to ignore all you have to do in no time 😉
Ahhhh… I fully understand those pesky clocks that move wayyyyy faster than I think they should. 🙂 Same is true for baby naps… over long before they should be!
Uhhhh, I’m with Amy 🙂