Best get to getting over it.

“we must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”   E.M. Forster

It seems she also found some space to share a bit of me; and in doing so, made me – with all her artistry magic – look cool. So now, I am feeling I must follow through and actually be the cool she believes me to be. And so, Marissa, I shall take this opportunity.

To the crafting station…

What the heck are we doing here and are we in over our heads?

And so I ask it daily. Sometimes out loud, but mostly just to myself.

And I worry.
Not of my intelligence.
But of my preparedness.
I think I may be a procrastinator by nature. Some say its because I am a perfectionist. Some say I’m lazy. I say I am not alone. Though I know I am enough of one that (in collaboration) I have acquired the title of Procrastimaster. Ingenious, no?

So here this Procrastimaster sits, at 2 o’clock in the morning, still reading articles she should have read days ago. When instead she was reading webcomics. She loves webcomics.

But wait! She is not reading. She is writing. On the internets – her generation’s ultimate procrastination tool.

I sigh.
She sighs.
And we both realize that when we die no one will want to talk about how much we loved LOLcats. And so we had better get to work now.

But I feel like a jerk.

I’m not apologizing to you, I’m apologizing to myself.

All these things I want to do, and what happens instead…I sleep until 4pm some days. Though I would argue that a little lounge time is deserved. You see, I just moved to Victoria from Edmonton. The lead up to this included day after day of inglorious renovations to my now-beautiful condo (left behind for someone else to live in), packing for the move (completed in 12 hours of pure madness), endless goodbyes, many tears, and a desperately sad so-long to the man I love. 

So I didn’t do it. And I make no promises to do so now. As I know myself too well. If I make you the promise then I am bound to follow through, and I do not like the pressure. The pressure prevents. So I leave it open.

There is likely further concrete comics to be had. But I cannot tell you when they will surface. No I cannot.

Also. Be warned. This space may take on a more bloggy feel. I’m lonely. Isn’t this what people do?

Get ready.

Nonsensical things to be reintroduced late august, following settlement.

already ruint by one sneaky and pokey nail in couch foot.

access to concrete reestablished.

laughter to follow?

there is no concrete in the kitchen. geez.