I always seem to be in a hurry. I'm forever rushing around trying to be late for something. Maybe there is some genetic code lurking in the depths of my bones that makes me want to run around crazy like a chicken, because my parents do too. I don't know. My husband, trying to help, suggests a little more organization might be the answer. I agree, but I've tried lists and day planners. In my haste I forget to check them. My real problem lies in the fact that I love to do too many things and I think that I can do them all. I try to fill every minute. When I'm in the "zone" of writing, or whatever, it's hard to drop everything and move on. So I wait until the last possible moment and then....I'm late. Well I gotta go now, but before I leave I want to send all my new great bloggy friends and followers another H word. HUGS! Thanks for all your great comments and following.
Do you have any strategies on doing it all, besides not sleeping?
Kathy
