5 things I’m good at:

Number one, I am excellent at procrastinating.

Number two, I have a real talent for intentional delaying.

Number three, I can fall straight into decision paralysis without even trying.

Number four, I am skilled at task avoidance that looks a lot like deep thinking.

Number five, I somehow manage to meet the deadline anyway in a blaze of last minute glory.

Daily writing prompt

What is one thing you would change about yourself?

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If I could change just one thing about myself, it would be how I freeze when faced with multiple-choice decisions.

Yet here I am, answering this prompt with ease. Out of all the things I wish I could change, this one rose to the surface without hesitation.

So why do I freeze at other times but not now?

Because sometimes the problem isn’t fear. Sometimes it is volume. Choosing clothes from my closet is safe, but there are too many options. Too many colors, too many moods, too many versions of me hanging on one rod. It is never about danger. It is about overload. My brain flips the breaker, and everything goes dark.

The choices that matter weigh me down. The choices that don’t matter freeze me because of the noise. And in the middle of all that noise and weight, I call myself indecisive.

But maybe I am not.

Maybe I just move easily when the path is clear. Perhaps I struggle when the path is crowded. Maybe I freeze, not because I can’t choose, but because part of me is trying to protect me from choosing in chaos.

And maybe knowing this is the first step toward changing it.

Daily writing prompt

Are you more of a night or morning person?

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I, too, like many, have considered myself a morning person. And I’ve even created one in my last child still at home. We both relish those quiet hours when the world sleeps, and we can roam about the cabin like ninjas. Now that he’s living in my “morning time,” I’ve had to move mine even earlier.

Today, for example, he needed help uploading a gift card to his phone.
Ugh. The interruptions.

Let me be clear… I do not wake up happy and ready to go. No, it takes a full cup of coffee and at least two solid hours of pre-dawn silence before I am capable of human interaction. If I wake up at 5 a.m. or later, my whole day is shot. My attitude will stink.

I am definitely not a night person. By 9 p.m., my head and eyes are far too heavy to do anything but crash.

So if I had to define it, I’d say I fall into a third category: a “middle-of-the-night” person. A true 3 a.m.-er. Sometimes I’ll toss and turn from midnight to three, unable to get that precious shut-eye all the doctors and fitness apps swear I need. Which, by the way, I’m tired of hearing. I’ve always been a 4–6 hour sleeper, for as long as I can remember. Eight hours? Sounds great, but just not for me.

As long as I have breath, I will wake while it’s dark and wait for the sunrise to catch up with me.