OK. I’m going out shopping now. It’s not that that is how I woulld choose to spend Sunday afternoon, but otherwise there’ll be nothing for us to eat tomorrow. Or, indeed, tonight.
I always intend to do the on-line grocery shopping thing, but somehow, my fabled luddite streak has militated against that. Athough on occasion I have devoted much time and effort to activating a Tesco and M+S account, such attempts have been abandoned in frustration/failure/disillusionment/technology distrust/suicidal ideation (well – maybe the last is slightly overstating it, but you get the picture!!)
On the other hand. I have so much more I should be doing today. Workish sorts of things. Which really need done and have very tangible deadlines. I worry about them. They keep me awake at night. They appear insurmountable.
And – bearing in mind that (as you may have read) I was out and about yesterday and could clearly have managed to pop into somewhere to buy a loaf of bread and a bag of spuds – do you reckon there may be just a smidgen of the ol’ denial thing going on? Of putting off the evil moment when I actually sit down to do what needs doing??
I have felt over the years that I work best when I’m under pressure, back to the wall, needing to pull something out of the bag. When I’m forced to finally just get it done.
But – how would I know???? I never give myself the chance to do things at my leisure!!
Is there a term for that?? A syndrome?? Is it about being frightened to death by the task ahead? Or is it just about being bone idle!!