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I spent some time working in my home last evening.  I woke up this morning on a mission to get some stuff done before my sister arrives today. 

Now, I am stalled.  There is nothing I can do to make a real dent in the mess before she gets here so I end up picking up one piece of trash only to move to another part of the room to pick up something and disappear to another part of the house to put it away where I get sidetracked by laundry or wiping the sink or…you see where this is going, right?

It’s the same as it always is – there is so much that has to be accomplished before it will be obvious that ANYTHING has been accomplished – that I resign.  I just sort of resign life.  (not in a suicidal sense) Just in the sense that I have moved my attentions on to other things with which I can find a more immediate sense of accomplishment…writing a blog post, sending e-mail, making notes for a talk…

I’m stalled.  I’m stalling.  I admit it – the work scares me.  I guess I’ll have to resort to the stories of my childhood…


I think I can. I think I can. I THINK I can. I think I can.  I think I can….oh, <sigh>  who am I kidding…




(Here I go…check on me later, will you, please?)