Shut Up
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
I am not the kind of person to complain about how busy I am. I tend to not be a complainer. I stew over things, but don't whine about them. Correct me if I'm wrong Mr.C. Consequently it bugs me when other people complain and whine to me about how busy they are. I tend to just settle down and tackle what I can, and don't dwell on what I can't. Perhaps those who went on and on about the myriad things they had to do wouldn't be so overwhelmed if they actually did something productive with all that time they spent whining. This is a particularly female trait, I think, although I really do not like stereotypes.
I am just as busy as the next person. Most people don't know this, because they don't ask and I don't talk about it. They're too busy talking about everything they need to do, to bother asking me how I am doing. I'd probably just say fine, anyway.
Today, I could, and should, make a dozen phone calls, including arrangements for swimming lessons for January, work, publisher, granting agency, work....I have Christmas presents to wrap, and finish making, loads of cleaning to do, a babe to take care of, shopping to get done, there's more snow on the way, so constant updates on that. You get the idea. I'm not whining, just saying. If I get a little bit of all that done I'll be satisified, and carry the rest forward until tomorrow. This is the time of year to slow down. Slooooowwww Dooooowwwwwn. It takes choices. I make mine. Every day. I refuse to let my life slip through my fingers. And in the meantime, shut up. (not you; those I am speaking to do not come round here...).
I am just as busy as the next person. Most people don't know this, because they don't ask and I don't talk about it. They're too busy talking about everything they need to do, to bother asking me how I am doing. I'd probably just say fine, anyway.
Today, I could, and should, make a dozen phone calls, including arrangements for swimming lessons for January, work, publisher, granting agency, work....I have Christmas presents to wrap, and finish making, loads of cleaning to do, a babe to take care of, shopping to get done, there's more snow on the way, so constant updates on that. You get the idea. I'm not whining, just saying. If I get a little bit of all that done I'll be satisified, and carry the rest forward until tomorrow. This is the time of year to slow down. Slooooowwww Dooooowwwwwn. It takes choices. I make mine. Every day. I refuse to let my life slip through my fingers. And in the meantime, shut up. (not you; those I am speaking to do not come round here...).
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10:50 AM
I like your attitude!
And thanks, I'm feeling much better, just a little tired. Back to blogging this evening!