Snow Melt

Sarcasm dripping from most of its wonderful crevices.

I wish I could say I’m behind because of procrastination, but the truth is that I can’t blame procrastination for being behind, at least, not entirely. It’s part of the reason I’m behind. The weird thing about procrastination is that it has survival advantages.

Let’s face it, if one of my remote ancestors didn’t procrastinate about hunting a saber tooth tiger I probably wouldn’t be responding to "Invalid Entry"  right now. All that aside, procrastination is neither good nor bad, but both depending on the circumstances. Sometimes it’s good to put things off and procrastinate.

The reason I’m behind is worry and waiting for something to happen. Indecision is to blame for me being behind this week. I waited for my brother to wire money Wednesday, but I didn’t write while I waited I just waited and worried.

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I always wanted to breast feed a child of mine. I never did, but I always wanted to.

It’s weird now that I’m in my sixties, I look back on my life. I look back on the things I did and didn’t get to do. I look at the regret and the sarcasm and I wonder how my life would be different if certain events didn’t occur or if my parents hadn’t gotten divorces. I wonder what my life would be like if I had been able to tell my father how much I loved and missed him. I wonder what would have happened if I had been able to speak to Daddy one more time before he died. If I hadn’t found out about his death through reading about it on the Internet.

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I think I’ll have to put some of my what ifs in some poems and short stories.

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