I confess that I’m a terrible procrastinator, and that I’ve been this way as long as I can remember. I once heard a leadership guru say that you should never make a decision before you have to, that you should always give events as much time as possible to unfold before choosing a course of action. I confess that I have taken this as permission to put things off that I should probably do now (yeah, backyard deck that needs power washed & stained… I’m looking at you).
I confess that I have officially reached the point in the summer where I no longer enjoy living in Kansas. It’s to do with the heat. I confess that I’m a serious heat-weenie, and get grumpy (understatement), when I’m hot. It’s a sickness. I confess that I would gladly exchange 2 winters for one summer.
I confess that I have odd summertime behaviors: I typically shower twice a day – although 3 would not be out of the question. I use baby-powder like crazy. I can sniff out humidity like a DEA dog. I shun baseball games & outdoor entertainment in July & August. I often choose restaurants not in regard to how much I like their food, but by how good their air conditioning is. I dream about snow skiing and ice cold movie theaters.
I confess that as much as I hate the heat of summer, I hate the morning even more – particularly in regard to morning exercise… some explanation for this confession may be in order: I run to stay in shape, usually between 30-40 miles a week. I used to run almost exclusively on a treadmill at the gym after work. However, I gave up my gym membership last year in order to offset monthly contributions to my church’s capital campaign. This has been working well until recently. The past week or so it has been in the 90’s when I get home from work to go run. The heat is crushing my ability to make it 5-6 miles, and taking nearly all of the enjoyment out of the run. There is an easy fix: get up and run in the morning. But I just confessed that I hate morning even more than heat… vicious circle. I confess that something will have to give: 1) go to the gym until Sept. 2) Get up early & run 3) Lower the mileage for 2 months. I confess that I’m procrastinating a decision & plan of attack (see my original confession for today).
I confess that Monday is my low energy day of the week. I can rarely get started on Monday before 9am – ministry hangover I guess.
I confess that I talk to myself, mostly when I’m driving in the car.
I confess that I think neither the Royals or Chiefs will have a winning season this year. Is this what despair feels like (in regard to sports)?
I confess that Dale Earnhardt Jr. won the race this weekend, and this makes my inner redneck very happy.
I made my confession… now make yours!