Sunday Morning

I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever want to write as much as I once did. I think of stuff to write but every time I sit down here to do so, I have an overwhelming urge to sleep. I am putting forth a lot of energy these days, working on the opening of our easyhome store but this lackadaisical thing I’ve got going is starting to bug me. I’ve always had an apathetic streak, a somewhat laissez-faire approach to life. So laid-back, I’m, at times, horizontal. How do you think I got five kids? Ha! Just kidding. That’s not how I got them, and we’ll leave the subject for another day. It’s time, now, to face the truth.

I’m lazy. If lazy had a color it’d be painted down my back. I used to think I worked better under pressure, which was why I put stuff off to the last minute. The truth is, I thought if I delayed acting on something long enough it would somehow get done for me or I would have no choice but to scrunch up my face, close my eyes and do it without even realizing I’d moved off the couch.

As I grew up, and certainly in the process of raising children, overcoming my casual style of life became a necessity. They had places they had to be and it was up to me to get them there. School, doctors, practices, recitals, games – all came with time and attendance requirements. I have a fairly good track record regarding all these, though some of my children who – possibly as a result of having had to deal with my easygoing approach to getting places – are insane about being on time, might not agree. When the subject is discussed I just remind them there is more to life than being on time.

And it’s true. There is. But it’s not just the, “being on time,” thing. It’s the listless, droopy, lethargic (yes I have the thesaurus open), un-energetic feelings that have caught up with me now that there aren’t a bunch of kids to motivate my movement out from in front of the flat screen.

I can’t have that. I’m only 49 years old (it aint November 27th yet, bub) and it’s much, much too early for me to be laying around atrophying. I’m really convinced that the only thing I can do is put one foot on the floor after the other to drag my ass out of bed and accomplish each and everything I have to do on a given day. Motion breeds motion breeds motivation breeds action breeds creativity breeds accomplishment and it’s all a great big circle/cycle that feeds on itself to allow passionate, imaginative people the inspiration they need to move forward and generate that which they love to produce and share with the world!

And so I will.

Right after this episode of “Law & Order.”