Occupied

I am not a resting kind of person, and yet, long periods of rest between normal activities have become a part of my daily process so that I can move onto something else. As I planned to wait for a doctor's appointment, I thought about what to bring with me to occupy my racing mind.

Should I take a story idea or two and outline? (This one is fun for me.) Should I take a “finished” story that I’m editing for the umpteenth time to work on? (This one is agony for me.) Should I take my iPad and run through the fields of internet aimlessly? (Total waste of time.) I could take them all—just in case I changed my mind from the decision I made earlier.

Sadly, I cannot just sit still and enjoy doing nothing. I wish I were more like this. Also, spontaneous isn’t in my DNA dictionary or the word relaxation. This is who I am.

I am definitely my dad’s child. He was like this.

I’m a planner. I make lists to keep on task. As for my stories, I mostly write outlines to get me from point A to B.

This is why (I suspect) that I’m never bored because I plan to have something to occupy my mind at all times.

I know this is a rambling post of random thoughts, but this is me. It is who I am. And I’ve accepted it.  

Have a great day!

T.