OMG. It’s the last day of 2017. Which means, if I am continuing a trend started five years ago, me ,not making any New Year’s resolutions. I’ve always felt it isn’t worth the effort. They’ll all go up in smoke several days later.
For 2018 I’m going to take you, and me, in a new direction. I’ll begin by writing down my faults. What others don’t like about me; what I don’t like about me. Forgive me if I add the odd bit in favor, if only to ease the pain.
PROCRASTINATE. Tops the list. Not so in my daily writing, but in small ways. It’s not that I don’t do what needs to be done. I’ll do it, but not right then. Tell that to a wife with the mindset most women have: if something needs to be done, she (they’ll) do it tout de suite.
I don’t, mind you, dawdle over washing the dishes. I’ve nominated myself to the one-person cleanup squad. Mainly because what I cook when Rosanne comes home late from work, I go for simple. Boiling potatoes, accompanied by slices of roast beef – leftovers. Boil frozen peas, and the meal is ready when she walks in the door. Oh, yes, Ice cream for dessert.
Nor do I screw around getting the garbage and recycling to the curb. Even if the curb is some 75 yards (68.55 meters) downhill. I get it there in the winter by tying both garbage and recycling on our toboggan, let it go and hope it doesn’t tip over, or end up in the middle of Clarence Street.
Missing the truck means lugging it all back up to the house. Garbage is only picked up every second week. You can imagine the smell.
STUBBORN. High, high on my list of shortcomings. If I’m doing something, I find it difficult to put it aside to take on another task that needs doing. Or even try doing both at the same time. I’m not good at multi-tasking. In my defense, I’ve read that those multitaskers lose out by not giving each combined task the full attention it needs.
TAKING OTHER’S ADVICE. I must concentrate when others are telling me what might work in my favor. Without me mentally waving it off because I think I have a better idea. When late for a meeting, or dinner party, don’t use a lame excuse, like I do. Apologize and swear to yourself you’ll try to do better.
Author’s comment: Maybe this year I’ll make an effort not to procrastinate. Ease off being so damned stubborn. Take other’s advice. A year from now, I’ll report to you how I made out. And by the way, Happy New Year.