This week I mourn the loss of a friend. Somewhere along the highway of life within the past few weeks, he disappeared. I'm so sad I didn't notice right away - perhaps I could have saved him.
He is my Gumby antennae guy. He's probably lying in the street, forgotten, perhaps run over and certainly dirty. I wish I knew where he flew off. There's just no way to know. So I mourn my lost Gumby - my friend.
I have a number of Gumbies at home - but there was only one antennae guy.
Why Gumby, you may ask? Gumby is my official management mascot - a reflection of how I view my role in the world. Stay green and flexible and all will be well.
Although I am a world-class procrastinator, I tend to shun Pokey as I fear giving in to Pokey will simply add to my all-too-often lack of motivation to do things. Okay, I'm type-B for sure, but sometimes (no, often) all I want to do is sit on the sofa and read. That's not such a bad thing, eh?
When there's a lot to be done, my brain seems to go on vacation. In the end, the sun comes up again and life goes on so I guess no crisis has been created. Sometimes I wish I had more get-up-and-go, but I usually just relax until the feeling leaves and once again I am in a relaxed zen state of who-cares.
Don't get me wrong - I get things done when I need to. Deadlines are my friend. It's just that in between deadlines are spaces and spaces are meant to be simply that - a space. So I space. Life's too short to be constantly on the go.
Speaking of which - gotta go. The last few chapters in my current book are calling.
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The loss of a friend is always a sad moment in ones life. But it is in these moments that we are able to look within ourselves and grow in a way not previously attainable before the loss, or so the "phil"osophical side of me says. The other side now finally understands my deep passion for the mating of couches and books.
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