Where’s my space ship already?

As imaginative tots when asked to draw what 2010 might look like, we came up all sketches worthy of a NASA scientist having an epileptic fit.  While we are no where close to gallivanting about in a floating shiny silver tin can, we have found alternative means for energy, a step closer to creating blood and, we’re still fighting tooth and nail in our search for an alternate space to live just in case, Earth decides to konk out on us.

Last year, I scratched off a couple of “must do’s” from my ambitious list. Truth be told, the list is anything but frivolous.  “For better or for worse, it is the voice in my head reminding me to do better.” Some people have naggy mothers, I have a list.

Who am I?

Growing up, I was the kid that just chilled out. I did nothing but hang out at the playground with fellow sandbox buddies. When it came time to learn nursery rhymes and such, I just plonked myself in front of the telly for Smurf on Sunday. Who gives a rats bottom about damn rhymes anyhoo?

With the start of elementary school, I just disappeared in the shadows always maintaining some sort of average while not bothering much about schoolwork at all. I was still fixated on the idea of play. You get the drift?

These days, I am about ready to give myself a heart attack. If that isn’t all, I work for someone who tends to micromanage. While I don’t blame the preserved cabbage for being all hands on, I hope that.he will learn to let go because I am ace at what I do and no one else is better.

Today is anything but a leisurely friday. Scuttling here and there making sure that everything is dealt with before the weekend dread approaches. DS commented that I’m absolutely a worry bug and I don’t disagree. Sigh. How do you stop from getting this way?

Oh wow. What shall I get myself for this festive season? A day where I do nothing but chill out. Perhaps soon.