If dilly-dallying were an Olympic sport, I think I would be the reigning gold medal champion. In fact, just by authoring this post, I am finding yet another way to postpone going to bed. I mean, why would I do that? Just go to bed, already. What am I attempting to avoid? And the amazing thing is that I do not discriminate. I waste time, even when there is no time to be wasted. I dawdle whether I am excited or nervous or dreading the impending event. I will never stay on task and I will always be the last one ready. Ask anyone who knows me well.
One would think, after spending up to 6 hours at the pool, working out, I would want nothing more than to get dressed and get home to my comfy bed. But no, I took my sweet time getting out of that Indiana University locker room. Even when my out of town boyfriend came to visit! Seriously, what is wrong with me?
I don't even do it consciously, or to be rude. I can't explain it. And it absolutely, does not match my personality. But it's a fact. I dilly-dally. And I do it quite marvelously.