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Procrastination/Denial

It's yet another cycle I go through, living in denial for things I don't care to deal with and then procrastinating until I have absolutely no choice but to do it. Usually it's a financial thing. I work pretty hard for my money and have done so since I was 15... The difference between now and then is that I am much cheaper and more reluctant to let my money go. Of course now I have actual responsibilities and not just a pair of gap jeans calling my name.

But this isn't just about money. It's about laundry, dishes, ordering a new remote when my guy throws the old one out the window in a fit of rage, and this morning it is about packing. I hate leaving my family for work trips. I admit there's a certain something that seems fun a first: interacting with other adults, dining, exploring and networking. But really it's just me leaving them to it on their own unable to micromanage the day to day in our house. So I check my flight schedule. It's about eight hours and forty minutes until my flight. Between now and then I need to do some work, pick up a rental car for my mom to use while I'm away, make lunch, and pack. While that may sound like a long time the main challenge I've given myself is this: how long can I actually wait to pack my bag while still making it to the airport just in time (no way would I go early - carry on only, boarding pass is printed!). The ride takes 30 minutes and I will likely board at 3:20pm ish. That means I need to leave by 2:50 so as long as I am packed by 2:30 I have time to hug and kiss my people and dogs before I go.

This has cut my time down by an hour and this bed sure is comfy... The down blanket and black lab lying next to me remind me why I hate to think about packing. If only it was all of us, packing for a Riverwalk adventure. Then this would be stressful for different reasons but still much happier.

I don't smell the coffee yet and that was not on my list along with go to the drugstore and to the grocery store... Time is ticking away and I'm still here half denying and fully procrastinating!

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