Day 337
I’m comfortable.
And that’s not good.
Well, ordinarily comfort is a good thing. It’s a wonderful thing. It means life, in its many forms, is good and easy and cozy. And I’m all for good, easy and cozy.
However … comfort in another sense can mean complacency. And that is not good.
Currently for me comfort (complacency) means that it’s the 6th of January and I really have no desire to take down my Christmas decs yet. They’re pretty. I’m enjoying them too much.
It also means I haven’t dusted in a good week (or two or three) and I simply do not care. A little dust never hurt anyone.
It also means that I’ve gained back 13 of the 30 pounds I lost and though I’m better off than when I started … I’m not as good as I was a few months back.
It also means that an apple can be my dinner … and turkey soup can be my breakfast and I can go to bed at 2am. Well, honestly, I don’t see anything bad in that!
The dogs really do not mind if I’m still in my nightgown at 1pm … as long as I feed them breakfast and then dinner they don’t care if I stay in pj’s all day … however, it’s kind of odd to be working from home in my robe!
Anyway … it’s time to shake things up. I’m a bit too comfortable for my own good!
And shaking up means getting busy. Or in my case … busier. I’m almost finished with my house project list (yay for me!) … and the old files are almost boxed and the new files are almost in place. In a few days those things will all be finalized and finished and all things 2012 will be in the past and 2013 will be zipping along and our first month of the year will be half over.
I can finally spend some desk time doing things that I didn’t have the chance to in the last few months … January is my catch-up month. End of year business stuff. Miscellaneous oddities that cross my desk’s path but aren’t in crucial need of my attention … and have waited a week or two or six months for me to tend to them!
The calendar for next year is formulating in my thoughts. I send out my business notes of thanks. I send out emails for sales. I continue on.
I hunker down. I get creative. I get active. I get busy.
It’s a good feeling. Comfort is one thing … complacency is another. And when the two mix and meet … I know exactly what I have to do.
So, I will.
But it doesn’t mean I won’t be doing it in my pj’s at 2pm or 2am and eating turkey soup with a little dust on my desk.
After all, comfort is a good thing.