Tuesday, December 09, 2014

Wish Me Luck

They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Most days, I don’t feel like a graybeard, but it’s increasingly clear that if I’m ever to become productive enough to achieve the optimal Markie lifeplan (Surprised Inner Voice: ‘Hey- Lifeplan? Why wasn’t I told?’ Annoyed Other Inner Voice: ‘You were out partying, you damnfool.  Shut up and type.’) then I’ll need to learn to multitask. In all likelihood, I'll need to multitask like a bastard.  Admittedly, this is daunting.  I am a narrow-focus person.  I grind the details.  (Inner Voice: Oh that’s clever.  Admit it: You’re obsessive!’) But I am resolute, and I have a plan.  I will start small, with achievable goals.  Tonight, I will go buy bubblegum.  I will walk home.  On the way, I will unwrap the bubblegum, and begin chewing.  

I am a little afraid, but determined.  Baby steps.  I can do this.  Wish me luck.

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