My name is Julie and I’m a last-minute Christmas Shopper
Today, I tackled Mt. Laundry, donated 7+ bags of clothes and “encouraged” the kids to clean their rooms. Oh, and I found my Spirit Meme:
If you know the mom who wrote this, tell her she can visit me anytime and I have wine.
I try to be relatively organized. I do. I handle myriad routine tasks, I keep a detailed to-do list and I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty (for real, I’ll clean the chicken coop. I’ll chop firewood – not so much like Paul Bunyan, though; more like the Tasmanian Devil). But there’s always that one thing on my list that I dance around, ignore, cajole and attempt to will out of existence as it perpetually taunts me. Right now it’s the fall cleanup task of washing the outside windows. I waited too long and now it’s cold.
But Christmas shopping? Christmas shopping and me, we have an understanding. Christmas shopping doesn’t pressure me, and I agree to shop sometime before Christmas Eve. God bless the shoppers who shop year-round, like when they’re on vacation in Wyoming in July and spot that chartreuse fleece blanket that Aunt Lucy will just love. I tried that once. It didn’t go well. I think hives were involved.
It’s not that I’m a Scrooge. I love choosing and wrapping and giving presents. I also love getting it all done in one fell swoop. So I’ll just clean up the
evidence remaining crumbs from our Halloween candy, and carry on. My goal this year is to shop in my jammies (thank you Amazon Prime) while I finally check out This is Us. Could it really be as good as they say?
Anyway, aside from my nonchalant approach to Christmas shopping, I tend to struggle with procrastination. Not so much with the day-to-day, because I appreciate a clean house and, you know, eating, but more with the longer-term goals and dreams.
I dream of publishing a novel; of acting in a play… It’s that type of stuff I tend to put off and, really, maybe it’s just not the right life-season to pursue them.
But I came across a quote this morning, which I shall tape to my forehead when I finally manage to take on my dreams:
We rate ability in men by what they finish, not by what they attempt. – Anonymous
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