and Procrastinator...
Today already arrives with bleak beginnings and it's not just the onset of a dreary drizzle of another cold autumn day that beckons me back to the flannel sheets of our warm bed. Matt forgot to keep the drapes open again which means my usual waking hour of 8am was met with pitch black and emptiness. Every instinct of mine told me to go back to bed and slowly wake up with the sun again. A do-over if you will. However, my dog has different thoughts about me going back to sleep. He'll pout, whine, and proceed to scratch his collar which he knows to produce jingling noises from all the tags. He enjoys that trick and knows it's one that will get me out of bed in the morning.
Today I said goodbye to a calm awakening and decided to just stay up. There are things to do and God knows, I never know where to start. Every morning is a battle. I can choose to do absolutely nothing for an entire day, which I don't really want to do. Or I can choose to work on a range of things that I, unfortunately, don't really want to do either...
Good thing I'm very self-motivated or I'd really be getting nowhere.
It seems the one sure thing I always accomplish every morning and don't think twice about...is breakfast. A primal function based solely on the need to feed. French toast and two eggs. Sunny side up. And with that, the easiest part of my day is already done. I grumble, groan, and shuffle about the house some more.
I know I should work on my business plan...
So, I go to the fabric store where I procrastinate further by working on other things that need to get done...If that makes any sense at all. A friend of mine wanted me to make a jacket that resembled Corrick's from her comic called Plume which just got picked up by Devils Due Publishing. So exciting!! It's going to print and she is promoting in New York at the ComicCon. She gave me about a week to make a jacket for her. It was short notice and I had a long week in the cheese caves. Needless to say it couldn't get done in time but she still wanted the jacket for further promoting. I also pay dire attention to details. It's exhausting. The right color...the right fabric; not really finding either, I left and went to another fabric store where I was met with further disappointment. Realizing I would not be satisfied with what they had, I knew I would have to hand dye to make it just right. Ugh. I gave up and fled.
Thinking further about my business plan I decided to...return pop cans.
It's still for my business.
Don't judge me.
Sometimes I forget the simple things that always got me through those awful term papers back in college. A big ol' cup of hot tea and the best seat in the house. So here I am: motivated enough to sit down and work on something...that still isn't my business plan. I'm getting there.
I promise.
I have tea now!
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