THEN I GOT LAZY . . .
I wish that I wouldnâ€™t get so tired â€“ or better yet . . . I wish that I wasnâ€™t so lazy. And believe me â€“ in no way do I subscribe to myself being your typical kind of laziness â€œlazy.â€ No â€“ no â€“ no . . . it is probably more closely tied to being really bad at time/energy management . . . which could be an internal thing â€“ or maybe an environmental one.
I always seem kind of busy â€“ it isnâ€™t like I am that dumb grasshopper that chose to dance and sing while the ants were running around storing food and stuff . . . I am constantly storing food â€“ in my socks â€“ in my pillow â€“ in my cheeks â€“ everywhere! But I think that I seem to have a pretty good idea of the limits of how much I can do â€“ before I drop â€“ at this point in my life (which â€“ depressingly â€“ seems to be a constantly decreasing amount â€“ by the way) â€“ and so what I have tried to do is get better at organizing things into digestible chunks. The key there is to not spend all of my time organizing (even though my brain â€“ contrary to generally accepted thinking â€“ craves itâ€™s own style/brand/what not of ducks in a row) . . . another quick key is making sure to sleep sometimes too . . . I require enough sleep â€“ the amount of which can vary considerably.
It would be fun to be a bit more sloth like â€“ like where I was going super slow and steady towards whatever goal sloths are going for â€“ but I tend to jitter around way way too much (not always always outwardly) to be sloth like. So I think that I need another animal goal to live up to . . .
It is a quandary and a conundrum and a mystery and a riddle and a pea in a pod that wonâ€™t get shucked today (shucks!) â€“ but at least it is out there in the ether . . . so there is that . . .