I often wish I was one of those hyper productive types.

You know the ones that seem to accomplish 99898989.7 different things throughout the day while working and cooking dinner and working out. I have some friends like this. As for myself, forget it. There’s a reason I keep TC on a monthly meal retainer.

I adore these productive friends and am in a state of perpetual wonder and inspiration. Just knowing I’m friends with them makes me feel better about myself, like I’m that productive just by association.

It’s too bad their inspiration doesn’t really translate over into doing for me. It more like translates into me thinking, now how can I get Brother or The BF to do this so I don’t have to?

I don’t lack ideas by any means. I lack execution.

I’m really great at things like organizing and planning and nap taking and general all over slowness. And the touchy feely, as TC calls it. I’m particularly gifted at the messages from The Universe. Or so I like to think. Traveling, might as well add that. Plop me down anywhere. Oh, and rescuing animals.

I guess I’m just not wired to do. Not all the time. And I am starting to accept this about my self. Having a baby will do that to you – – make you take a hard look at who you are, come to terms with the present day results and move on from there.

There might be a shit ton I don’t do, but the things I do do, I do well. And it’s okay I’m not hyper productive … I’ll just aim for … productive.