In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Comfort Zone.”
I am a mix of the two. I am such a hard one to figure out, I sometimes even have trouble knowing myself! I know that probably doesn’t make any sense, but it is true.
For example, last night I had to make a late night run to Walmart. They are finally doing the curbs, gutters, driveways and sidewalks on our street and this process may make me immobile for up to five days. Meh, so I get a little vacation. But another side of me is saying, but what about missed work shifts? The company I work for says it is a disability allowed absense, but my work ethic is saying, “fight through it! Be prepared!”.
See!! That is me! I am an enigma, wrapped in a worrisome warm burrito! Now, THAT is a visual for those who know me! I am comfortable being prepared, but also when things come up, I tend to say, “meh! Will this really matter in 100 years?” At least, that is what I try to accomplish. My bride will tell you that it often does not work out that way. I am a scatter mouse! I panic. I over analyze. I chomp at the bit to get things done, and I also sit around for days and do nothing but write or read. That’s today. Although, I do have some silverware that is beckoning me to be washed, so I best get to that. Calmly planning, that is me.