The Burrow

A short rant, if you will oblige me this morning, denizens. This Lean In Project Bat Swing is interfering with my free time.  I'm beginning to become annoyed. I have two James Patterson books on loan from the library.  I have a baby blanket to crochet.  I have a wedding present to wrap and mail.  I have paperwork generated by the desk cleaning activity of last week's timeline activity. I'm feeling overwhelmed. The Professional Organizer I used in the past has moved to Phoenix; I have to begin to look again.  Does this mean that I can add a row to my timeline, moving everything back a week?  It occurred to Little Cuter, my partner in crime, at the same time it occurred to me - her list consists of sign up, learn, use, sign up, learn, use while mine is read and take action, read and take action, read and.... well, you get the picture. I have to go through my old posts. I have to describe my audience before I can begin to write (thanks, Brenda Sta...

Little Cuter and I have our own Lean In circle.  Instead of wondering why the other is not pursuing her dream, SIR suggested (and we agreed) that we should push instead of kvetch. She'll start a new business.  I'll write a book. There.  I've said it out loud and now I've written it for all the world to see. I don't have a problem stepping up to the plate, I told the kids.  It's taking action that stymies me. They looked at one another and said Project Bat Swing .  And so Project Bat Swing it is. Little Cuter took the bull by the horn and began, that night, after several cocktails, to outline her plan of action.  I began to hyperventilate.  She had obviously given much more thought to the ins and outs of moving forward than I had.  When she said that her timeline would be ready by the following Friday, I panicked. It's the first week of school.  I have GRIN  stuff to do.  I can't start out behind, I moaned. The whining wa...