What is it that makes almost anything more desirable than something you have to do? Even when that must-do is something you love to do! Is it a form of rebellion on some level? God knows I hate being told what to do (insert sheepish I’m-not-that-hard-to-get-along-with-really face). I even counsel my students regularly on how to avoid procrastination! (If there was a god he’d definitely strike me dead for that hypocrisy.)
Sigh. So I have spent another weekend supposedly working up a storm but in reality have fluffed my way through 48hrs of prime productive time. Which, if it’s true that we are what we do not what we say, makes me a professional fluffer.
