It’s the 21st and I am behind in December. November slothed along, much to my annoyance, and December is dashing before my eyes. And I’ve no one to blame but myself.
- Every gift coming from me is not going to make it for Christmas.
- Half the holiday cards I mailed via post MIGHT make it to their destination in 2019.
- I’m down three presents for the four people I will be with on the 25th.
- I forgot to give to the food bank. Argh. That’s worth a head smack.
- I’ve been informed, by way of Variety Online, that come December 31st it will be the that last day of the decade. That’s an evening for reflection and planning … by way of sipping a fabulous Prosecco or a crisp Champagne. Another day to consider.
So what I am doing about it? Basically I have two days to fix half the of the list above. Two days.
Do you know what can be done in 48 hours? Forget about biblical … local stuff like rallies, go fund campaigns, tents, and parties can be put together. Apparently, in Nepal, you can drive from Achham to Kathmandu in 2 days. A tiny house that goes for $19,000 can be ready to live in in two days.
I’ve heard told that women can go into labor, drive to a hospital, give birth to another human being, WALK afterwards, and be home in less than 2 days.
Without worth of a lie: I stubbed my toe against a bed leg 4 days ago and as of this morning I am convinced I will never be okay.
People are amazing. And Time is a wonder.
Both are truly inspiring when combined.
That being said, and I’m not proud of this, but I have zero confidence I will achieve anything today other than take a shower and go to my Brother Drew’s holiday party this afternoon.
Eh, what can you do? I admit my laziness with a smile on my face and a giggle in my heart at the silliness that is me. It hasn’t always been this way.
This is a good look on me, I’ll take it.