Sunday, June 20, 2010
Word of the day: priority
I was recently encouraged to write more often (thank you, Caroline), and my immediate reaction was that I couldn't possibly do so because I do not have enough time or subjects about which to write.
As far as not having enough time, I really do...I have just as much time as everyone else on this planet. It's just how I choose to use it that dictates what does or doesn't get done in my life.
Take, for instance, cleaning the toilets. Seeing as how there are four male humans occupying the living quarters in this house - some of whom are prone to having marked difficulty with aim while in the bathroom (for goodness sake, it is a GIANT OPEN BOWL), this should be remarkably high on my priority list.
It isn't. At all. I do it very begrudgingly, as often as I can make myself. You can also add homework to that rather low level of prioritization, along with cleaning out the garage and dusting and matching socks.
That being said...
I think I feel like I need to have an incredibly funny or interesting subject about which to blog - and may I please add that I find it difficult to use the word "blog" as a verb despite the fact that I am blogging as a verb at this very moment - or else I will somehow offend someone or cause one of you to lose interest or perhaps even bore myself to tears. I don't know what.
I love to talk, and I love to write. I love these things like I love chocolate. Anyone who has received an email or text from me knows that I might possibly have just a really small penchant for rambling when a simple "yes" or "no" or "duh, of course I'll eat your leftovers" would suffice. It is me. It is who I am. I could no more stop writing or talking (or eating chocolate) than I could forget I have children.
So I'm going to try to write more, because I love it, and I don't see any reason why I shouldn't. Otherwise, I would just be parked over in my uber-comfy recliner right now, snuggled up with my cozy blanket and falling asleep to the sounds of the XBOX game my hubby is playing, rather than sitting over here at the computer pouring out the obscure thoughts that are bouncing around in my head like sugar-crazed toddlers in an inflatable jumpy.
Writing, welcome to my list of priorities.
*Please allow me to extend my most sincere and heartfelt apologies to any of my co-workers who may have been traumatized by this particular word.
Posted by Carri at 11:13 PM