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Sometimes I'm intensely dedicated to tasks and projects. At other times I pretend they don't exist until I've run out of time. The latter category is where I'd place shopping 99% of the time. That encompasses clothing, shoes, home goods, groceries, and so forth. Maybe it's the overstimulation of so many choices between stores and products. It would make sense with my penchant for list making.
For weeks I've intended to buy skinny black pants to wear with my boots, particularly for a work event that I'm attending tomorrow. I'm sure you can guess when I decided to go in pursuit of those pants. If I had a magical, go-to store where I already knew that everything fit me, maybe it would be a different story. Instead I did a tour of State Street, ended up at Macy's, and bought a pair of pants that I'm not entirely convinced that I like. But there was no way that I was continuing the shopping charade.
I have no doubt that I am not the only person who suffers from an acute case of procrastination. (Although, for many, shopping probably doesn't fall in that category.) I can feel myself doing it when I receive certain emails, perhaps because I have to deliver a negative response or put effort into digging up an answer. If I let my dishes pile in the sink for more than a day, they're likely to stay there for five. They become more and more intimidating as time passes.
Books and blogs and supposed experts all have their tips to prevent procrastination, but do you really think there's anyone with a 100% success rate? Someone who always works steadily through the things that are handed to them, without question? If I wanted to play with semantics, I could just say that what I'm doing is prioritizing.
hitting the (tiffany) glass ceiling \12.05\
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For weeks I've intended to buy skinny black pants to wear with my boots, particularly for a work event that I'm attending tomorrow. I'm sure you can guess when I decided to go in pursuit of those pants. If I had a magical, go-to store where I already knew that everything fit me, maybe it would be a different story. Instead I did a tour of State Street, ended up at Macy's, and bought a pair of pants that I'm not entirely convinced that I like. But there was no way that I was continuing the shopping charade.
I have no doubt that I am not the only person who suffers from an acute case of procrastination. (Although, for many, shopping probably doesn't fall in that category.) I can feel myself doing it when I receive certain emails, perhaps because I have to deliver a negative response or put effort into digging up an answer. If I let my dishes pile in the sink for more than a day, they're likely to stay there for five. They become more and more intimidating as time passes.
Books and blogs and supposed experts all have their tips to prevent procrastination, but do you really think there's anyone with a 100% success rate? Someone who always works steadily through the things that are handed to them, without question? If I wanted to play with semantics, I could just say that what I'm doing is prioritizing.
Yeah, so I'm 24 hours late. My brain can barely process the day of the week anyways, so as far as I'm concerned this is a just a late edition of yesterday. We'll make this mostly visual, for my sanity.
What I do want to mention is that I'm starting to feel pretty assured that I had some sort of past incarnation - and I must have been Mexican. That seems to be the most viable explanation for my taste in the music of Selena, the art of Frida Kahlo, the language of Spanish, and thinking "Huh, I guess a zydeco band in the food court isn't such a bad idea".
Well, maybe I'm stretching a little bit. This isn't mean to be a theological discussion forum. Let's just say it's a hyperbolic way of expressing my appreciation for a culture that isn't innately mine. As exhausted as I was, and despite the cold front that had San Antonio visitors coveting my North Face, there were a few hours of schlepping around the River Walk and Market Square before I departed.
The early hour of my adventuring and the sub-prime weather thinned the crowds significantly. Photo opportunities were much easier to come by when the walkways were virtually empty. With that, I turn you over to the visuals.
just around the river walk \10.07\
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What I do want to mention is that I'm starting to feel pretty assured that I had some sort of past incarnation - and I must have been Mexican. That seems to be the most viable explanation for my taste in the music of Selena, the art of Frida Kahlo, the language of Spanish, and thinking "Huh, I guess a zydeco band in the food court isn't such a bad idea".
Well, maybe I'm stretching a little bit. This isn't mean to be a theological discussion forum. Let's just say it's a hyperbolic way of expressing my appreciation for a culture that isn't innately mine. As exhausted as I was, and despite the cold front that had San Antonio visitors coveting my North Face, there were a few hours of schlepping around the River Walk and Market Square before I departed.
The early hour of my adventuring and the sub-prime weather thinned the crowds significantly. Photo opportunities were much easier to come by when the walkways were virtually empty. With that, I turn you over to the visuals.
