You may have noticed that I've been slacking here even more than usual. If I was ever addicted, I guess I have become spontaneously healed.
Not that blogaddiction is a bad thing, necessarily, but I have my fingers in too many things right now to let any one get my compulsive attention, because God forbid, if I were to devote too much time to any ONE thing, that thing might get FINISHED.
And there would go the one constant in my life - Half assedness: If it's more than half-finished, it's probably only half-right or half as good as it could be. THAT is what it says in the dictionary under Jane! right now. Hopefully, I can turn things around before they plant me under half a headstone.
I'm mostly a victim of my own short attention span, poor time management and a greater love of taking on a project than seeing it through. I try to please too many people. I also struggle when things don't go right. My husband likes to point out that I don't like to deal with things that are difficult. Really. You mean it is not normal to prefer cheesecake over cow crap?
Why am I even telling you this? No idea, except maybe to explain why I will probably be knocking The Nest down to perhaps quarter-assedness for a while because I have other things that I need to bring up to my half-standards. Harder things. Mostly cow crap.
I'm also telling you because when I had my 3000 mile checkup at the therapist today, she mostly gave me the silent treatment. She did ask me if I was doing my hair different, said she liked it, and then kept staring in the vicinity of my right ear for the rest of the session. I guess I could ask for a do over, but you, my dear internet, are cheaper than another copay.