My late Aunt said to try to write a page every day. Even if it was gibberish…. (Thanks for the advice.)
Let’s get this straight. I am a master procrastinator. I don’t know where this aversion to work first started to rear it’s ugly head. There are a few theories floating around in that vast empty space between my ears.
Take, for instance, the point in time that is now. I’ve finished my newest and best Explore mag. Played an hour on my Blueridge beaut of an acoustic. Cracked a beer, since it is noon, and started writing on here.
On my list of to do’s:
List My Motorbike (For Sale)
Complete Two Tree Estimates
Get some Office supplies
Fix up the trailer and chipper for work… etc….
I took a picture of the bike this morning. I got to see my little niece. How friggin cute she is. But since then I’ve been slacking. Why? Why?
Theory #1. THE PULP MILL: It literally sucks out any ambition to do anything with your life because it’s puesdo-commie hell and nobody really does anything anyways. Their aversion to work is contagious and I’m coming down with the fever.
Theory #2. WHO NEEDS TWO JOBS ANYWAYS?!: I had two jobs when I was in banff working. I barely got by with both. Since then I vowed not to ever have two jobs at the same time. Maybe the vow is still in effect.
Theory #3. CUTTING TREES IS EASY….THE PAPERWORK WILL BURY YOU AND CAUSE YOUR DEATH BY ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND PAPER CUTS!: Enough said.