It’s not easy for me to refrain from doing the things I want to do. I think I’m a little bit challenged when it comes to impulse control. I’m like that bratty Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate factory. “I want a golden goose, Daddy. I want it NOW!”
This impulse applies to shopping (books, anyone?), eating, and reading. It does not, unfortunately, apply to housework, exercise, or bill paying. My 47 for 47 challenge includes items designed to help me change some of my less productive habits.
Lately, I want to post practically every thought that enters my head, but I know that’s a bad idea, particularly when I’m tired and my eyelids start to close every time I try to proofread. I envision the internet equivalent of a drunk dialing situation, where I wake up in the morning to face the aftermath of a late night poor decision. Of course I’m only going by what I’ve heard, but I can imagine that would be a little awkward. I would hate to log in and find sentences unfinished, misspellings galore, and a total lack of linguistic and stylistic control. It would be worse than falling asleep on the airplane only to awake with a drool puddle on your shirt and people pointing at you.
For that reason, I won’t post my real article for now. I will leave you in suspense, and hope you’ll tune in for the next installment of my life.