I try to believe in as many as six impossible things before
breakfast.
Count them, Alice. One, there are drinks that make you
shrink.
Two, there are foods that make
you grow. Three, animals can talk.
Four, cats can disappear. Five, there is a place called
Underworld.
Six, I can slay the
Jabberwocky.
I procrastinate. I
procrastinate too many things, even things I enjoy doing, like stitching and
writing. Sometimes it’s not much of a
problem, but other times it snowballs into a huge problem well insulated with
layers of guilt and blame that just lead to more procrastinating. My jabberwocky is procrastination.
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