Why is it always so much easier to motivate others than yourself? Other than struggling to find the right words to encourage piano practice and homework and bedroom tidying and putting your plates in the dishwasher, I can usually find the right words to motivate others. But although I know what I should be doing, and know what I want to be doing and why, I find it almost impossible to get down to the elusive it that I need to be doing. The self-directed motivational words blur and disappear. Perhaps because I don't believe them. I stray into a life of procrasti-tidying, procrasti-gardening, procrasti-ironing and procrasti-writing. Today was a fine example - Procrasti-gardening = ball topiary, admiring a wall and pruning climbing roses My 'balls' - 'very satisfying even if part of me is thinking tennis balls, yellow shorts and goggles: minion topiary ... ? I'm not sure if Bertie Baggins agrees with the minion idea The minions/balls sit a...
Stories and musings on life composed while walking the dog. Plus the odd rant.