I have a tendency to think my way is the best. I suppose that is human nature and a good thing for the most part. After all, why would I do something if I didn’t think it was the best way?
Of course I do do things that are not the best all the time. I eat the wrong foods and too much of them. I don’t exercise enough. I have a tendency to stay up too late and then I get up later in the morning. But it is the eight hours of sleep that matter in my opinion. When they happen shouldn’t really make a difference.
I also tend to be better in the short haul. I am meticulous, almost a perfectionist about some things, for a while. Then my attention wanders, my interest lags, and I tire of it. .
People need continuity, but I also need change. My sister is good for the long haul. She’s raising my dog and still a nurse after over forty years. We need people like her, but I can’t be that. Everything about me comes in short bursts of energy. It always has, even my sport of choice, tennis.
Teaching preschool meant organizing my day into twenty-minute segments. Perfect for me. Paying bills comes once a month for a short period of time. Writing this thot once a day takes around 30-60 minutes. Housework is dragged out over the course of a week. Laundry was such a chore I wanted to move rather than spend all that time in a Laundromat. Now I rush in, wash my clothes and take them home to dry. Yes, I’d rather hang things around my room than stay there and watch that dryer spin.
I like to lose myself in the passion of something and then move on to another passion. Sometimes I wish I was different, but I think I am finally coming to terms with me. I used to pretend I wasn’t this way, but I still really was. Now that I am “retired” I seem to be able to give myself permission to like me the way I am.
The world needs all kinds of people, even me.
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