Procrastination is the thief of time (and sanity)

I am often amazed at the way I let little problems hang over me until I am so overwhelmed that I consider not doing something I really want to do rather than dealing with it.

The perfect example are things I like to do with a group of friends here. We get together for all kinds of things, but only when it involves going to someone's house and taking a dish to share do I shy away.

In the beginning I also avoided places that were difficult to find parking places for, or in another city or town, now it is only food.

I don't know why that is. I have been cooking for well over fifty years, but lately it's been a problem. Book club on Sunday is a brunch. I loved the book, but until Bestest gave me the idea of taking a fruit salad, I was thinking about not going.

Even then I have mulled it over so long that you'd think I was feeding some allergic head of state at a chef's convention -- not friends at a book club. Tonight I finally looked up fruit salad in the American Test Cookbook and found the perfect salad. Simple, sweet and made with fruit I love.

I am instantly excited about something I have been dreading for weeks. It makes me wonder why I didn't just look in there earlier?

But that is me. I guess.