In 1988, I purchased a T-shirt from a popular ice cream institution here in Austin, which featured that above title slogan. I still have the shirt somewhere, and still subscribe to the sentiment. Almost every day. Because for some reason, I can’t seem to get going in the morning until it’s almost the afternoon.
This was the case when I worked outside the home as well. Because even as I’m up. Early. And dressed. And caffeinated. It’s just hard for me to get my mind and my brain working in any kind of linear fashion until there are at least double digits on the clock. Because I putter. I’m a putterer. Roaming about the house or the office or online. Not really set on any solid task or check list, but rather hazily stumbling from random to random, mind wandering about, haphazardly attempting to find the track of the day.
And sure, I’d love to be one of those people who gets up, makes a list, and starts to get shit done. Done. And DONE! I’d like to start with a sensible salad and move quickly to the main healthy course du jour. But then again, not really.
So is this a character flaw? Or just one particular method to many equally decent options?
Can this be changed? And should it be?
I can’t decide. Because I’m over here mindlessly eating ice cream…which is virtually impossible to sink your teeth into. But oh man, it’s nice.