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.
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And on top of this, she came downstairs and made me read this post while she sat behind me.
Whats the rush. You just learn to enjoy the journey getting from here to there, and really getting there is most the fun. The other thing you do it all mindfully. Its not like you are zoned out, you are focusing on what you are doing at the moment, and when you get to the next place you are absored when u get there, so you take time consciusly going from here to there. And really things dont start till we get there, so we ain't missing out on anything....I miss just spending time together, going from pool to breakfast and by the time we are done its past lunch time. Those were some good times. Come visit me and we can dilly dally all damn day!!!ps. question..are you telling me even after you have kids, you can still dilly dally??? i so look forward to it :)
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