Scattered

I have the attention span of a gnat. It is one of my greatest (and there are many...) failings. Maybe I have undiagnosed attention deficit disorder. Maybe not. A Personalysis test calls it 'being blue'--meaning that I like to consider all possibilities and look at all sides of a problem or issue. Whatever. I am easily distracted and hard-pressed to follow through on things. It's so much more interesting to flit. I am a grade-A, confirmed, card-carrying flitter, and am always on the lookout for the new and different, rather than the old and tired. I am oh-so-easily bored. Which may explain why I've never had a real career, and why any jobs that I have had incorporated variety as part of the job description. I even had a hard time zeroing in on a college major: sticking with one thing for four years? Boring.

So here I am, finally, with no boring job demanding that I spend eight hours out of every day at some repetitive (at least marginally so) schedule of duties. And with all this freedom, one would think that I would be a veritable hummingbird, sipping at the assorted nectars of all the possible and exceedingly tempting opportunities that I've missed out on through the years. 

Not exactly. I find myself bogged down in the sheer volume of 'could-be's and 'ought-to's that intrude on that recently-acquired  vacuum. As mentioned earlier, I'm not the sort to plow systematically through a list of New Year's resolutions... so, while I will no doubt make lists (I have already), I will also (no doubt) mislay them, or begin the check-off process only to be distracted by some other non-listed activity. Like Facebooking. Or, for that matter, blogging. Sigh.