I pulled into provo last night, unpacked and went straight to bed. An hour ago, I got home from a long day of work where I spent three hours hand-folding hundreds of brochures. Jealous of my job? How about my carpal tunnel? If I don't die from it, I would be surprised.
Right now I am sprawled out on my couch eating watermelon, listening to ben folds, trying to finish my internship packet, and watching the daily show. John Stewart is especially funny today as he makes fun of Chelsea Clinton's "wedding of the decade of the century of the millennium."
I usually thrive off my ability to multi-task. But not today. It's hindering me. I can't focus. My mind is wondering. Should I have taco tuesday for dinner? How warm will it be in San Diego next week? Does she ever think about me? Do I have to teach Sunday School on Sunday? Should I go play soccer tonight with the elder's quorum? How are the Hansens doing? Who spends three millions dollars on a wedding? Why does my extended family love to be dramatic?
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Someday I will resolve to spend a whole day living as a left-brained personality. Free of multi-tasking and impatience. Working on one project at a time and slowly completing it. On that specific day I won't mind driving behind a slow car on University Avenue or waiting in a long line at Costco with all the Utah soccer moms who wear their sports bras to run errands. I won't wake up in a frantic because I hit my snooze button five times or stress about how many items are currently on my to-do-list.
That day will come. But not today. I'm doing what any type a does; procrastinate.
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