Horses, Life, A Touch of Geek

I hate the screamy voices in my head.

When I am idle, they take me to task for sloth [A Look Inside]. When I’m busy, they yell at me for being busy with the wrong things.

Now that I have the delightful task of juggling three barns and three disciplines, I have been doing very little else. No fire calls. No zoo volunteer work. No LEGO club meetings. Some is for reasons; nothing mysterious, mostly pondering my utility. Some is endurance; a 30-minute lesson takes me out for the rest of the day. Some is distance; because of where we choose to live, a two-hour shift at the zoo ties up a disproportionately larger chunk of time.

I’ve said that the voices can be helpful:

That screaming voice in your head is the only thing keeping you from making an even bigger idiot of yourself than you already do. [The Upside Of Negativity].

That’s still true, but my voices have a tendency to go beyond their remit. ‘Is this your life now? Poncing about playing with ponies? Where is the community service? Where is the dedication to a cause larger than yourself? How do you justify the space you take up on the planet?’

Why are we so mean to ourselves? I would never address a fellow human in such terms.
~~~
Gratuitous Cat

Percy hangs out with the laundry.

Percy hangs out with the laundry.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Comments on: "Time Management, Or Not" (2)

  1. Anonymous said:

    First do no harm. You’re not doing any harm. Yea!!!!!

  2. It’s a start.

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