Sloth

So much I should be doing. I used to be able to accomplish things. I don't even keep a list anymore really. I think that's where it all broke down. I don't really get much done without lists. I need The Written Law. It helps when I see it there, staring me in the face in my own writing. Don't ask me why, but it motivates me. It's as if it's all a whimsical dream until it's chiseled in stone. Or on paper with pen in this case. I don't seem to be making The List anymore. Just gave it up. My work list doesn't exist and I'm not writing my home list either.

That's only half the battle though. Getting it all organized in the disheveled space between my ears is actually the easier of the two tasks. You know what I'm talking about. The nemesis of complacency, that dreaded beast known as Follow-Through. There is currently one past time I have that seems to have the ability to make Follow-Through disappear in a puff of rainbow colored smoke. Those of you who know me know what it is. When I really enjoy something I have the ability to let myself get swallowed up by it. I'm a big fan of immersive bliss.

I'm just clever enough to get the basics done. Scraping by getting the necessities done while I rationalize and put off until another day (which never seems to come) things that should be important to me. Where is all this going? I don't know. That's the point.