Wishing everyone an evening of fun and mischief….and maybe if you’re really good and bring wine, the Great Pumpkin will appear. Or me. I will appear if there’s wine involved…
It’s Thursday, my favourite day of the week. Time to assess what still needs to be accomplished before we pop the cork on Friday afternoon.
Take some time today just for yourself; to read, to create, to connect, to slow things down and remember what we’re here for.
Do something today that you’ve been wanting to do for a long time. Re-connect with that special someone you let slip away. Work on your writing, your art, your music.
Go for a coffee with a pal you haven’t made time for lately and catch up with what’s new.
Whatever you do, don’t let today fall into slumber without doing something that makes your heart smile.
Seriously. You do.
Today after work I made the effort to go vote. I know, living in a democracy and having the inconvenience of another ‘errand’ after work is awfully demanding.
There were no protestors blocking the entrance, and there was no funny business going on with vote tampering that I could see. No one coerced me into voting for a specific candidate. Nope.
Despite the recent assault on our country, the polling station here in my urban community was a pretty unthreatening place to be. If we don’t get a little more passionate about the way our country is led, this could soon change.
Like most citizens, I feel a bit beleaguered by the egoist, party-favouring politicians we have today. As much as I do feel that my vote is one of the lesser of two, maybe three evils, I still vote. After all, if I don’t like it, I can always throw my hat in the three-ring-political circus we call Canadian democracy.
If, like many people during the past provincial and federal elections you want to protest the whole shamozzle, you have the option of protest-voting, or declining your vote. That is to say, that when you’re handed your ballot, you accept the ballot, and then hand it back to the over-paid person sitting on the other side of the table, and they must register your vote as ‘declined’.
During the last election, this got quite a bit of attention. There was a clear message sent to our government that citizens were getting fed-up with their antics.
This is not going to be a finish-your-dinner-because-there-are-children-starving-in-China rant. No. What it is, is a list of rights you give up when you choose not to vote.
You give up the right to;
1) Pollute public aural space with your uneducated and ignorant opinions having anything to do with our country.
2) Pay respect to our veterans. By not voting you metaphorically spit in their face.
3) Bitch, whine, or moan about what social services you have available to yourself and your loved ones.
4) Say anything about any kind of tax or the way public money is spent.
5) Live and work in a culture that is free from discrimination of any kind.
6) Publicly funded education and all income support programs
7) Any international respect that comes with being a Canadian.
8) Call yourself a Canadian.
People who don’t vote, roll out the welcome mat for the destruction of democracy. They perpetuate a dangerous apathy that has eroded our national values.
If you didn’t vote, or register your ‘declined’ vote, I feel behooved to tell you that you suck.
Don’t let anyone dull your sparkle darlings. Life is too short, too sweet and too precious for that nonsense!
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If I recall correctly, the gist of the article was about procrastination being a psychological defense mechanism mothering us to accept inevitable change.
That’s what makes procrastination so easy to do. Procrastination slows down time so that we can adjust to what will change when we finally take action.
The thing is, I’ve never been much of a procrastinator. Nope. I jump right into things with two feet, head first, and with great abandon. My attitude is that you don’t know if you don’t try.
As I’ve aged I’ve been able to balance an all-or-nothing attitude with a wait-and-see-attitude. Sometimes I find balance, and sometimes I revert back to my habitual patterns; all in, or nothing at all.
Currently I’m procrastinating about tidying up some editing of my novel. I’m not avoiding the writing, because I know how good it will feel to sweep the changes together and get on with my other book.
The reason I’m avoiding the emails and edits is because my editor died very suddenly last month. I’m avoiding reading the last of his insight and encouraging words. I’m putting off the last words. I’m putting off wondering if he said something I wished I would have asked one, last question about.
I’m putting off the reality of not being able to sit with him in the gallery lounge, sun streaming through the antique, glass windows that distort the world outside. I’m putting off getting on in a world missing a great, creative, soul whom I idealized as living a truly authentic life.
When I want to do something, whether it’s sending a text, picking up the phone, or, in this case, opening a series of emails I should have opened months ago, I know I need to ask myself why. I know I need to give myself the respect to be honest with myself about the answer.
I wish you the courage to be still and silent in your moments of procrastination so that you can hear that tiny whisper of your soul telling you the truth about what you need to do.