I'm a procrastinator. I blog six days a week. I always have this lofty goal to be 3 or 4 days ahead of myself, with a backlog of prewritten entries to publish. Even a week's worth! Sometimes I even get there. For a few days. And yet, I always find myself back in this place where I am right now. 10:21am, writing by the seat of my pants. And while today is not likely to be my best writing ever... maybe some of it does come when I'm writing on the fly, not worrying so much about form and presentation, but just getting the words out on paper. Just sharing them with you. Bare and open.
I'm impetuous. If there is anything I do well, it is leaping before I look. It's a split-second for me between "Hey, that might be a good idea" to "And I have just done it!" Please notice the complete lack of "Let's think first, before we act, about what possible consequences might come of this action." I usually skip that step. I'll be honest... Being impetuous means I'm often embarrassed. It's only in retrospect that I think "My GOSH. Why did I DO that?" And yet... even when it gets me in trouble, even when I think it might be better to be less leapy, I also like this about myself. I'm not bothered that I'm, at least momentarily, willing to look like an idiot in exchange for going after my impulses.
I'm a book hoarder. But, I guess, if you're going to hoard something, books aren't so bad, are they?
What about you? Are there things that, maybe on the surface seem like things you want to grow out of, but are actually things you kind of like about yourself? What are they? Why do you like them? How do they make you... you?
I had no idea you were a book hoarder!!! ;) awesome post!!!
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