I'm procrastinating, like I always do. Instead of reading the books I have to get done in the next three weeks, I wandered around my room, called Kaitlin to talk about turkey sandwiches and sidewalk chalk, broke into a box of Tagalongs, made up a few little ditties, and brushed my hair up into this monstrosity:
Yeah, well, at least now I know it can be done! And if Cyndi Lauper ever made a come back as the style icon of our times, I would be known as a trend setter, instead of a responsibility avoider! Because, yes...girls just wanna have fun.
The one thing I'm praying for in the next few weeks is motivation. Motivation to do what I need to do so I can go where I need to go. I am a firm believer that the state of a person's room directly reflects the state of that person's mind. My room's a disaster. And while mentally I'm pretty healthy, all the laziness has scattered my intelligence like so many once-worn tshirts on the bedroom floor.
I have all these good intentions, good ideas, good ambitions, and the only thing that holds me back is me. I'm the hurdle that trips me up. I'm the light bulb that fizzles out. I'm the jerk who yells, "Free Bird!" from the back by the bar.
I'm too lazy to think of more metaphors.
This is the song that is keeping my fingers thoroughly distracted:
Each Coming Night- Iron&Wine
2 comments:
I pretty much love that song.
Also, you've always been the jerk that yells "Free Bird" at the back of the bar.
being the free bird asshole is a time honored tradition that, in the right hands, can be magical.
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