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Failed again ... and again ... and

My to do list is beginning to look more like a wish list - a flight of fantasy jot-it-down-but-know-I'll-never-get-round-to-doing-it list. Every time I look at it, it has grown. But actually, that's a lie because I can't "look" at it since it isn't written down anywhere, unless you count the list inside my head that stretches to the disappearing horizon of my imagination. If my list were a business, it would have collapsed months ago, weighed down by unmet targets and disastrous time management.You might reasonably ask what I plan to do about it. Here are some ideas


  • eat chocolate 
  • drink wine
  • demand hugs from Littlest
  • tackle ironing pile while watching DVD = guilt free filling of time that could otherwise be devoted to items on list = avoidance technique no. 1
  • walk Four-legged-friend = avoidance technique no. 2
  • attack garden = guilt free activity because good for health = avoidance technique no. 3
  • apply self to housework = good for the soul = avoidance technique no. 4
  • work = aaargh! = horrible necessity, good for the purse. Not optional, therefore not an avoidance technique!
  • sort shoes = completely brainless but calming pastime = avoidance technique no. 5
  • blog = best and most enjoyable avoidance technique = the home of the procrastinator, and perpetual list maker, but serial list-ticking failure.

So where do I go from here?

Littlest - hug time?



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