not my feet

Procrastination is my constant companion; sometimes my nemesis. I tell myself its because I work better under pressure...but that's a lie. I think the real reason is fear. Fear of starting something that will steal my time and freedom. I'm in a tug of war with whatever I need to do and procrastination is on my side...or is it?

Blogging is a great way to procrastinate. And searching the internet for some picture with a blue sky in it that might personify procrastination ranks up there with the likes of scrapbooking on the "meaningless activities" list.

So now I need to say just a word about scrapbooking; because I am an openly-anti-scrapbooking mother. This may give you pause to wonder just what kind of mother I am. Can a mother with this type of ideology really be a good one? You might ask... What kind of a mother does not spend hours cutting a pasting clever sayings and images to pictures of her life and the lives of her family in order to fully highlight the glory of said life? Doesn't she want look at the scrapbooks over and over and have her children look at them over and over knowing all the while that, indeed, it is the scrapbooks which fully recreate the glory of the memories?

Truth be told, that whole paragraph right there is really just a fabulous example of my nemesis...on so many levels.