AVOIDANCE IS BLISS

I am having a short circuit in my brain at this moment.  I realize that this happens to everyone, but if you could see me now, you would equate me to the proverbial ostrich with its head in the sand.  And that pea brain head of mine is so far into the sand that I'm starting to choke up artifacts.

My concentration level is at an all time low and I am letting little things pile up around me.  In fact, I am only 5'1, so the piles are about nostril level at this point, and I am afraid that if I just don’t buckle down, someone will have to call 911 to save me from the crush of my own self afflicted misfortune.

This often happens to me where my work life and my home life are pulling from so many angles that I just cannot decide where to dive in and tackle.  I don’t even have the umpf to locate something humourous in me to provide to the newspaper I write for.  Maybe, I should just take a picture of my frazzled looking self and submit that as self explanatory.

I often call myself a Type A personality.  It’s an all or nothing kind of thing for me.  I put my whole heart into it or I just walk away. To wit, my usually spotless house looks like a bomb blew up in it and my over exceedingly large workload has reached a state of emergency.  It’s even worse than you think.  Oh yes it is...

Let’s face it, I am becoming the poster child of avoidance.  And right now, my avoidance of choice is Etsy.  For those of you who don’t know what Etsy is, well it’s a place where you can sell your handmade wares online.  I have been shopping my heart out. In fact, half my Christmas shopping is already done.  Should I be Christmas shopping this early in the year? Well, hell yes. But should I be doing it when I need to remove the two inch thick dust that is covering the majority of my furniture?  Perhaps not. 

I won’t lie about the fact that submerging myself into the joys of online shopping isn't a huge high for me.  Every evening, I sit there up in my den in the darkness rubbing my greedy little paws together, buying this and buying that and giving out bursts of maniacal laughter on my latest finds.  I think my better half is a bit scared. I would be too, if I was him. And if that isn't bad enough, I can't stop myself from paypaling this and paypaling that.  And with each purchase, my body is shivering in the joy of the moment, my skin radiant in the glow of my latest conquest and my senses are on a jubilant high that sees me ignoring the disasters brewing all around me.  Oh yes Etsy, you have become my new best friend and dare I say it, my new lover.  My only problem... I don’t have enough people to buy for!

Perhaps it’s not all that bad, in fact, if I keep on avoiding real life issues, you may all reap the benefits via presents from an Average Girl.  And is that so bad? I think not!

So I guess the only question is: what’s your favourite colour?

Until Next Time