Monday, 27 June 2011
Not really funny, but basically true.
No-one who really knows me would ever accuse me of being decisive or dynamic or even ever-eager to help.
This is not because I don't want to help or even intend to help, it's just that getting started takes me a while.
At school I was described as lazy. Reports said things like, she is capable of so much more, she never puts in enough effort, she needs constant reminding of deadlines. She can turn in good work when she feels like it which is not often!
Friends would say "don't forget, let me know if you can come to ......." and I would duly promise, then think oh well, I don't need to do that yet, there's plenty of time. Then days, or weeks later I would be apologising for having forgotten to let them know, turn up, do whatever they had (wrongly) assumed I had said I would do. What I had actually said was "I'll think about it".
A three-year stint in the WRAC cured me of not meeting deadlines and I am never late for an appointment, that after all, is a question of good manners, but I just prefer time to be elastic.
Once started on a task I will give it my best shot and all the energy i can summon, but once completed, expect to be allowed recovery time.
My walking pace is practically Olympic, but once I've got where I need to be ordinary time takes over again.
Several of my neighbours find dropping in for a chat restfull and relaxing, while I find the pace of their lives horrifying. They work full time, run their homes, act as parents, chauffeurs, sports-coaches and mentors to their children and still have time to socialise with friends.
I currently have a pile of ironing awaiting my attention but until it reaches Eiffel Tower height or the weather cooles down, whichever comes first, it will continue to grow.
Procrastination is indeed the thief of time but i can only assume that I come from a long line of cat burglars.