gun shy {and} thirty

I said I was over the whole creepy picture thing, but maybe I’m not.

I keep thinking about all the things I want to write about and then I do nothing about it.  Which isn’t normal for me.  Usually, I think about something and then I do it.  People that just talk about doing things, but don’t actually ever do them get under my skin.  I’m a doer. 

But now I’m not doing. 

I’m avoiding.  And doing pointless things like changing the background of my blog as opposed to writing on my blog.

I do this all the time.  When I have something important that I don’t want to do (like work stuff that I bring home–which I rarely do), I’ll do anything else but said work.  Like last night.  I was doing laundry like a champ.  For no other reason than to avoid working on a project.  It was 11:00 at night and I’m folding socks like there could be a sock shortage any second and all the Grahams needed to be prepared.  It was definitely one for the record books.

I’m a doer, but I’m also an all-star avoider.

These are just some of the many talents I possess.

On a completely random and unrelated note, I turn 30 in exactly one month.  I have no specific feelings about this.  Oh, except the feelings I have about so many people making a big deal about their thirtieth birthdays and the me-me-me, let’s throw a party thing.  That’s super-annoying and seems immature for someone leaving their twenties behind. 

Also random, I’m so much better than I was a decade ago.  And last year, actually.  So that’s how I’m going to celebrate the big 3-0, being better than I was last year.

And I also might do some reminiscing and embarrassing pictures, but mostly just be happy I’m better than I was.  Still a work-in-progress, but more done than yesterday.