Dehydration.
Ambition.
Procrastination.
These are my "issues" today. I have been complaining about how itchy I am. Backs of my hands. Shins. Forehead. Not places I usually itch. And when I scratch, since I have hardly any self-discipline when it comes down to it, I flake. It's like full body dandruff. NOT PRETTY. I met my friend Carla for breakfast and she told me she'd been to have a facial and the RN had given her a grade of B on her hydration. I think I'd get a D. D for DRY. So I'm risking electronic failure by swigging water at the keyboard. I hope to rehydrate before I actually get hundry. I suppose all the food I eat is 90% related to being thirsty. You know..."Thirsty?" "Yeah, I think I'll have another Godiva bar from Barnes and Noble." Hmmph.
When I have a bit more water down my gullet, my ambition is to go sit in the hammock (Spring is making a test visit to North Texas today) and sketch. Maybe even take my portable water pouch and do some watercolor sketches. TWO little paintings outdoors. thats today's goal, creatively. Oh... and a post here and ... I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to write some fictiony stuff. Or something creative...
And I could procrastinate. That seems as unhelpful an inner gremlin as The Judge (who makes me cringe and creep into a very safe dark inner cave.) The Procrastinator dances just out of reach (like the lazer light my cat chases so obsessively and SO compulsively). "You could finish the laundry." "You could call that friend whose phone number you just found." You could do some marketing for your business." ETC ETC. I know what The Judge looks like. But I haven't (yet) painted/identified the Procrastinator. What does yours look like?
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Montreal is famous for it's dry winters...I keep using body lotion, sometimes three times a day but I also know I don't drink enough water and too much coffee. I can't wait for spring to come!!
There is no need for me to imagine the procrastinator, I just look in the mirror...mwaahaahaa.
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