Friends

Ambition, a good friend of mine, has not been happy with me. I’ve brushed her off for my new friend LazyAss. He’s kinda cute, likes to cuddle on the couch and watch television and eat popcorn with me. We’ll roast the occasional marshmallow in the woodstove. He doesn’t seem to mind that I’ve been reading a lot instead of washing the dishes and dusting the furniture. I’m sure you’ve met LazyAss. He comes to my house, oh, every so often. But let me tell ya, Ambition isn’t taken his crap no more. She’s been relentlessly trying to motivate me to do some pretty, shall I say, gruesome work. For example, she convinced me it would be a good idea to clean my office a week or so ago.

My paper shredded has had more of a work out than me. There were times I swear I heard it say, “Are ya done yet?” The file cabinets looks way too slender, almost anorexic, to this paperwork collector – the person who creates lists of articles to write, prints creative ideas from the internet with the intend to follow through on another fun project and so forth. I kept copies of everything. Inspirational tidbits I hoped would motivate me in some creative ways that would earn me millions. Oh heck, if I’m gonna daydream, let’s go for the gusto and say it would earn me zillions of billions.

The daunting task of cleaning my home office had been put off for far too long. With Ambition helping me, I parked my butt in my office chair and began going through old files, old notebooks and boxes of paper and stuff. Together, Ambition and I took six grocery bags of paper to recycling, burned at least two to three bags worth in the bonfire pit and a bag took the fateful trip to the landfill. LazyAss gave me permission to wait a week or a month to take the pile of stuff to Goodwill that’s good enough to donate. Ambition wasn’t happy with the idea, but agreed when I promised to clean out the closets.

Well, at least now I can finally see the top of my desk and floor in my office.