So I’ve just spent an hour or so getting this set up, which is a classic delaying tactic I have employed as many times as I can remember. Having the perfect plan, route, or tactic spelled out clearly so as to be be impossible not to follow. This time it’s writing about it like this, but let’s try not to be so cynical in the opening frames. Needless to say, I have a headache – or at least that waterlogged why-don’t-I-just-quit sensation. Soon the distractions will appear, ones much less connected to task at hand as this one is. But start I still must.
I have written on my giant whiteboard (spans-the-entire-wall Giant) what I want to begin to become the general ideas for my latest and undoubtedly final rebuild. The first encompassing idea I’ve added is probably the most difficult one I ever deal with. Order.
And so since that is the Big Idea I am so often crippled by, it is where I need to start before the other pieces try to find their piece. And that means cleaning and organizing. First I need to do pretty much every piece of laundry I own, which, save the time, is totally within reach considering the $60 in quarters I picked up yesterday. Let’s try it.
