You Know, I'm Really Not

You know when people put things off until the very last minute and then say ~ always with a touch of braggadocio, or at least smugness, it seems to me ~ oh, I'm best under pressure. Of course you know it. Who knows, you may even be one of those people. If truth be told, I used to be one of those people. Or, at least I used to be one of those people who said it.

And I can perform under pressure. I can, indeed, make the shot when I have to. Quite well. In fact, I learned a long time ago it is really hard to tell the difference between the work I deliver when I've had all the time in the world and the work I deliver when I've been down to the wire and had to do it rightnowrightnowrightnow. As a college student, this wasn't necessarily a good thing.

This week, I got swamped at work. It was entirely my fault. BIL was in town last week and I had had the foresight to front load that week, so I had the days here was in town completely off. Five days, no work. YAY!

Then Monday, we spent the day catching up on stuff: cleaning, laundry, dishes, groceries. All those things you must deal with after you didn't do a damn thing but enjoy your company for 4 days. Then Tuesday, about 4:00 pm, I realized something ~

I hadn't written a single word all week. So I forced myself to write an article. Wednesday, about 1:00, a migraine decided I should nap the rest of the afternoon. Who am I to argue with a migraine? By 7, I was better physically, but an emotional wreck. Forced myself to write another article.

As of about 20 minutes ago, I just turned in today's 2 articles. It's taken almost all week, but I am back on track with my work for this week. Finally. Wow, do I feel better.

Can I work under pressure? Of course. Can you tell it by the quality of my work? Nope. Not even I can, and I'm looking for it. But am I at my best? You know...

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.