Those Damn Dishes!

So I did all the things I was supposed to do yesterday. Every thing except the first two things, that is. I have this thing about cleaning kitchens and baths. I find those tasks unpleasant. I think it has something to do with just my hands in water. I don’t like getting wet unless it’s totally wet, like while bathing or swimming, otherwise, I hate it.

There’s a reason why I’m rambling on about the dishes. I kinda look at that particular chore as the chief physical manifestation of my problems with procrastination. It’s a SIMPLE regular task. Yet, even if it only consists of a dish or two, I still find it difficult to get my hands wet. I don’t know why this is. It’s been this way since my early youth. I just hate it.

Well…. I’m trying to just get over it. I’ve learned to see life as a series of little choices. These little choices all add up to set the direction one’s life might lead. We all know what happens when we give in to little impulses, like having that forth or fifth or sixth piece of chocolate, or what happens when we don’t give ourselves that little push, like when we opt to stay in front of the TV instead of getting out of the house to work out.

Ugh. Well. Here I go. Off to do those damn dishes.