I’m feeling a little wired this evening so I thought a Daily Prompt is in order. I’ve really enjoyed answering these so far.
Today’s Daily Prompt is Shape Up or Ship Out, and it reads: “Write a letter to the personality trait you like least, convincing it to shape up or ship out. Be as threatening, theatrical, or thoroughly charming as is necessary to get the job done.”
As my mother says, my least desirable trait is that I’m too restless. I can’t sit still most of the time. Well, physically I can. But my mind is constantly trying to figure out where I need to go or what I need to do next. I always feel like I’m wasting time if I’m not being productive or out doing something — anything. Kids these days call it FOMO, or “fear of missing out.”
It was much worse when I was younger. I worked pretty hard in college, so much so that I don’t remember that many details now. I do have a memory of a professor sending me home when I showed up for class with the flu and a 102+ fever. Somehow, I managed to get on the UCF shuttle wearing pajamas and my beloved hoodie. Who knows what I did about shoes.
While I don’t regret the work I did, I was totally exhausted after college, and proceeded to slack off during my mid- to late 20s. I worked full-time, but I never felt like I was doing enough. But those were some of the best years of my life. I made wonderful friends and memories. And of course, I met Ben!
Marriage and getting older has slowed me down. I take more time to chill now. I do yoga, and it has helped me immensely. Ben has encouraged me to take up hobbies (I played video games for an HOUR today!) and actually take sick days when I don’t feel well. Not so shockingly, the world went on without me.
The moral of the story? Take time to relax. Being constantly busy and overextended isn’t really anything to brag about. Spend time with your friends. Spend time alone. Take the time you need to recharge. There’s no shame in that.
Wait. This was supposed to be in letter format. Oops. Maybe my worst trait is not fully following instructions.