This blog is haunting me right now. It's sort of lurking there behind all the stuff I need to do. It's reminding me that I need to create and at the same time making me feel inadequate and guilty that I haven't done so. The empty page is taunting me and the clock is holding me back.
I am a list person.
This blog is on my list.
The only thing that's been there longer?
I need to get my wisdom teeth pulled.
What's that say about me?
I'm worried that it says that the artist and/or writer in me that wants out is as much as a priority as those teeth.
I hate that it says that.
I loathe when a list outlives my pile. When the chore/activity/event get's put off so long that it no longer needs the list, it simply exists; burned into my brain until I get with it.
First item on my new list:
Get with it already.
