Do it while you’re thinking of it

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On the scale measuring procrastination, there are procrastinators, SUPER procrastinators, and then there’s me.

I always have good intentions, I usually have a reasonable explanation, I sometimes have a good excuse, but I rarely get things done (started or finished) that I thought at one point or another I should.

Do it while you’re thinking of it is not a term I have coined, I’m sure, but it’s one that popped into my head tonight as I reached for the bottle of balsamic vinegar that sits beside the stove and found it all sticky. My first thought was that I should rinse it off in the sink. My second instinct was to tell myself that I would do it later. Then the voice in my head said, you guessed it, do it while you’re thinking of it.

And you know what? It wasn’t difficult, or time-consuming, but it was a small task that will make a small bit of difference the next time I go to use the balsamic vinegar.

So why is it that things — tasks both big and small — usually don’t get done? Why is it that we procrastinate and think we’ll do them later…and then never do?

The why is probably not important, come to think of it. Like I said, there are reasons and excuses, there are also assignments due and kids or pets or husbands needing a cuddle or a nap or a snack or a bath. There’s always going to be something.

I’m going to try to adopt this simple philosophy, though, of doing it while I’m thinking of it, rather than letting things pile up and go undone.

I’m curious, how do our readers avoid procrastination? Do you give yourself a reward for finishing something, or is it simply in your nature to not leave something unfinished? (And if it is, can you come to my house please?)

Hope you are well, Delish readers. I am back and will be trying to update on a more regular basis. Soon enough, this space will morph over into the online journal at Delish General Store. Stay tuned!

Make everything with love,


What the heck happened a week ago?

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One week ago I had one of the most terrifying nights of my life. It actually ranks up there in the top three terrible nights. When I think about any of those events I can feel panic rise up and my heart starts to pound much faster in my chest.

I have tried to figure out what to write and how to share it with you, because people have been asking how I am and what happened. I wish I could put it all together, and I have tried. I have written five pages so far to try to tell the story but it’s rambling and can’t adequately express the level of terror and pain I experienced.

Here’s what I know. I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, and it has been fairly active lately. I am being seen by various surgeons for joint replacement operations in hips, shoulder and knuckles.

Last Saturday evening, an inflammation marker in the blood that is usually high for me (at 25) spiked up to 73.5, as measured in the hospital when I was brought in by ambulance on Sunday morning, after spending an absolutely agonizing night with increasing pain and decreasing mobility. I was convinced I had broken my hip somehow, maybe a bone chunk had come off while I was getting into the shower.

I was given a lovely cocktail of drugs to try to stop the inflammation and disease flare with the two main ingredients being morphine and prednisone, and was admitted.

I was released the next morning, and I have been slowly experiencing less pain every day this week. I’m not back to normal – I still have the shakes and feel like my legs are going to collapse under me, but I did do a pretty chilled out workout today and I am starting to think maybe I won’t need an emergency hip replacement, after all. (I’ll find out at my appointment with the hip surgeon on the 29th.)

So that’s what I know. There’s a whole lot more that I don’t know. I don’t know why this happened, what and if anything precipitated it. I don’t know how to prevent it from happening again in the future. I don’t know if there’s something I am supposed to do or not do, drink or not drink, eat or not eat, take or not take to get myself better and stronger and past this. And I don’t know if there is a past this, or if this is a new normal.

I thought I knew everything there was to know about Arthritis, but I was very wrong.

I just don’t know.

But I wanted to let everyone know that I’m okay, and I’m working through this.


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