Putting it Off

There are some vital tasks I should be doing today. Things that will ease my mind and get me in the mood for packing and moving. They are tasks that will help me move forward. I should be cleaning my house (there may also be visitors later so this is a priority), updating my resume and applying for jobs, sorting things to pack.

Instead I have managed to sort through a drawer of old photos and thrown nothing out; dance badly with the kids; lip sync The Angels with my son; clean out an old handbag (found a cheque for $30!!) and now I’ve started sorting out my iTunes library. Now I’m writing this. I’m sitting in neutral.

I see no light at the end of this tunnel.

Why is it always the important things that get put off?  Why is the pile of “I’ll do this later stuff” always bigger than the pile of things that have been achieved. I’m seeing a life metaphor developing here.

Part of the problem is that the person I see on paper – in my resume – is possibly from another planet. That person was all about change, project and stakeholder management. That person knew how to speak geek and translate it to the suits. That person knew how to motivate and lead a team and practice participative management. WTF? Where did that person go?

That person is sorting out her songs, looking at old photos, reading ancient birthday cards, tagging her photo library, wrangling kids and buying lotto tickets. That person is wishing for a miracle that isn’t going to happen.

That person knows that if you put things off, nothing will come of it.  That person needs some serious motivation as apparently poverty and boredom are not enough.

Who was that guy in the 90s? The enormous one. The motivational speaker that got everyone up and off their butts. Maybe I need him. Maybe I need to listen to some subliminal tapes as I drift off to sleep.

Maybe I should just pull my finger out. Maybe I need a kick in the arse like the poor guy in the photo. Nothing like a massive rodeo bull to give you shove. Thought train – derailed.


We can’t take everything Pt 1

We can’t take everything with us when we move. So tonight saw the beginning of what is going to be a long, laborious process. The chucking out of STUFF.

Storage space no. 1 was attacked tonight, being one door of one sideboard. Removed from said cupboard was a whole bunch of vinyl, c1980-1990, including imports that have not seen the light of day for at least 15 years nor shall ever see the inside of a dumpster. Hours spent rifling through the racks of Impact Records in Canberra. Cry of “What is that?” from 9 year old, upon seeing an actual record. Discovery of an album by Neil from The Young Ones and a soundtrack from The Goodies. Where did all this Neil Diamond come from? Put them back in cupboard. Step 1: failed.

Next, CDs – an odd collection spearheaded by at least 5 different bands formed by friends and acquaintances over the years. Some of whom I barely recall. Some of them are awesome. At least two were bought at late night gigs I do not remember well. Obviously then, none of these can be binned. Others, somewhat scratched, plastic casings cracked, but great cover art – must stay. Early Daft Punk, should be framed. Step 2: failed.

On to sheet music. I am by no means a musician. I dabbled, briefly and badly as a teenager, but I can read music (thanks Mum). Hubby can play a mean guitar and sing like a … well, I don’t know how you would describe it, but he can sing. Do we need all this sheet music? You can download guitar tabs and lyrics for free, that’s all we need. But it cost so much to buy, way back when. Maybe the kids will use it one day. Surely they’ll want to use 101 Hits for Buskers. Step 3: failed.

What’s left? Guitar leads, mike leads, instructions for the once-used very expensive mixing desk, part of an amp, box of unopened Pink Floyd plectrums,  ACDC guitar strap, half a guitar stand, a guitar pedal and a mike. Step 4: failed for fear of own life.

Things are not going well. I’m going back to my knitting (I’m not very good at that either).


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