Asleep at the Wheel

digital illustrationI’m easily cowed. I get scared at the silliest things and overwhelmed about the most miniscule stuff, things that wouldn’t give anybody else a second thought. A natural-born scaredy-cat, that’s me. And easily stopped in my tracks, no matter what I’m doing, by anything from intimidation to roadblocks to plain old ennui. Undoubtedly there are people around me who would consider that if I’m so easily stopped and put off, then I am hardly present in life. I’m like some old curmudgeon who has had a little too much sun and just plain conked out on the tractor, right in the middle of tilling the field.

But in my heart, I am, and I want to act upon this, a person who would really prefer to accomplish things and–who knows–even have a positive effect on someone or something somewhere in the world. All I can hope is that if I am careful and consistent about taking advantage of my smallest moments of motivation and motion, I can eventually put them all together into a semblance of progress. If all goes well, there may come a time when you’ll see some of my little labors actually sprout and come to fruition. Never say never! Even the old codger in me would approve, I’m sure.

7 thoughts on “Asleep at the Wheel

    • Thanks, John. Some of my best friends–(maybe most?)–are curmudgeons! May your tractor never overturn and your afternoons all be long enough for naps right in the middle of things!

      Ear-scratches to Max. I’ve no doubt he pitches in well to keep you from being anything near the curmudgeon you claim to be. πŸ˜€

  1. Very nice post! I think we all want to leave something of meaning in this world…and more often than we like we tend to feel like there’s nothing there yet. But don’t trust our overly critics selves…
    πŸ˜‰

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