Inertia. Motion. An object in motion tends to stay in motion. But a girl sitting on the couch is a goner. These are facts, based on science-y stuff. Trust me. Math and equations and deductive reasoning and the scientific method and hypotheses and control groups were used. And graphs and charts and diagrams. Evidence-based stuff. All of that smart stuff.
And personal experience.
I can personally testify. Give me a to-do list and a deadline and I will move heaven and earth to check off all the boxes on that list and I will work and hustle and apply as much elbow grease and gumption as required to make the magic happen. I can get stuff done. I am the consummate list check-er-off-er. This makes me very valuable to employers. This is why folks want me on their group-project team. This is where I excel.
Saturday chores? Got a list! Laundry, Change the linens, make the weekly menus and grocery list and do the shopping! Clean the toilets, scrub the tubs and showers, sweep and mop and vacuum the floors! Clean the kitchen!
Special projects? No problem! Get me up early! We will weed and mulch the flower beds, clean out the closets, paint the room, clean out the garage, pressure-wash the drive way, wash the cars, plan a trip, drive 1000 miles, plan and host a party for 50? NO problem!! Here I go!!
But let me sit down to rest......let me change out of my tennis shoes and get into my jammies and fuzzy socks and cozy clothes, or heaven forbid.....if I take the bra off.....we are done. So done. It's so predictable! once the forward motion is stalled, I have the WORST time getting that motor running again. It might sputter half-heartedly, but will usually stall out all together and come to a screeching halt.
It's like once my butt hits the couch, it immediately tethers itself, props up my feet, puts down deep roots, holds it's fist skyward and proclaims, "I shall not be moved!" And it really means it too. The couch caresses my back-side and cradles it ever so gently and sings a siren song of idleness that will not be denied.
Dead stop.
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