I like to make a check mark and move on to the next thing on my to-do list. I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing, but sometimes it causes problems.
I’ve gotten home from the store with clothes that didn’t fit, even though they looked like they would fit when I took them off the rack.
I have mowed hundred of acres of wet grass over the years because I couldn’t wait for it to dry.
I bought a car once after thinking about it only in the time it took me to eat lunch.
It was blue. Need I say more?
If I am ever captured by the enemy and tortured for all my secrets, my captors can forget waterboarding me. All they would have to do is give me a paint brush and some paint, and make me wait there while the first coat dries before letting me put on the second one.
“I’ll tell. I’ll tell. What do you want to know?”
I’m not quite sure why I am this way. I’ve racked my brain trying to make sense of it, and I cannot.
I didn’t learn it at home. My mother was very patient with most situations. In fact, she seemed to take great joy in doing the most tedious tasks like painting fine details or creating a cross-stitch picture one laborious stitch at a time.
“Anything worth doing is worth doing right,” she would always tell me.
I have thought I might be rebelling, but that’s probably not it. I’m too old to rebel and it really never has been my style.
My earliest recollection of my impulsive behavior happened when an uncle gave me a model car when I was probably 8 or 9 years old. In my defense, I was a bit young for the project, but even at that age I should’ve done better than I did.
I simply glued the glass to the unpainted body, attached the seats to the chassis, and glued the tires under the fenders. Then I proceeded to try and paint it with little regard for the parts that weren’t supposed to have paint on them.
When I was finished, I had about 150 parts left over, and the instructions were as good as new.
It was a sad excuse for a model car. If Charlie Brown had a model car, it would’ve looked better than mine.
I went on during my childhood to make lots of model cars, though. And, I got fairly good at it. But, I can guarantee you every single one of them had a thumbprint stuck in the paint somewhere because I just couldn’t wait until it was dry to pick it up.
This personality trait comes in handy sometimes, though.
If we’re ever playing checkers, you will never have to wait long for your turn.
If you ask me to go somewhere, I can be ready from scratch in 13 minutes.
I can carry 17 grocery bags in from the car in one trip.
You know, when you think about it, life is a series of tasks. Some are easy, some are hard, some are fun and some or not. But regardless of the task, we give it a check mark when it’s finished, even if it is only a mental one.
Maybe, just maybe, the quicker I make a check mark and move on to the next task, the better I’m living.