The Queen of Avoidance

I am nearing the end of my holidays in which I hoped to be "really productive".

As I look at my "to do list", I see there have been minimal incursions into this enemy territory. What's more, the things that in the past I would avoid doing have now become my replacement avoidance activities. How bad is that??

All year I have dreaded doing my father's paperwork so much that I think I would have entered a burning building to rescue Tony Abbott rather than face the forest of paper which is DP. (Dad's Paperwork). The more I would avoid this, the more the pile of paper would grow until finally I would have to make channels through the stacks of unopened enveloppes to be able to walk around my place. How much mail can one man receive?

As I try to dominate this A4 monster, to wrestle it into some sort of managable proportion, to lay some sort of order to the nine or so piles that decorate the spare bed (this constitues order for me), I become conscious that I am actually now using this as an excuse to avoid another "too hard basket" task which looms over me.

For my job I must complete my "pedagogical licence". As a government employee, this must be completed in my own time of course and I had reserved this holidays to make a really solid start on this rather time consuming project.

How much have I completed, you ask?

Absolutely nothing, zippo, zilch......
I know, I know - it's just that I can't face starting it.

Promise to self - START NOW!!! WITHOUT FAIL!

Yes, yes I will.

Well hang on a moment - I just have to bank some cheques for dad - and there is a movie I have to watch which is due back today......

I will definitely start..... later.