I walked outside to water my plants and found a wonderful surprise waiting for me on my front porch. It was a package from my friend Joanna at The Fifty Factor. Joanna and I became acquainted when she spotted the name of my blog a while back. You see, Joanna is from Willoughby, Ohio, the inspiration for the idyllic town in The Twilight Zone episode A Stop At Willoughby. That episode is, of course, the inspiration for the name of my blog. What a wonderful coincidence, don't you think?
On a recent trip back to Willoughby, Joanna picked up some souvenirs for me.
I love this poster! I'd like to frame it and hang it in my office.
A calendar of summer events in downtown Willoughby and two flyers for the Last Stop Willoughby festival. One side has information, the other side looks like a ticket.
A City of Willoughby totebag! I've been needing a new totebag and I can't imagine finding one that I love as much as this one.
Isn't Joanna the best? If you haven't visited her blog, The Fifty Factor, you really should. I know you'll like it as much as I do.
A New Attitude
I'll admit it, I've gotten a little lazy, lately. I'm guilty of starting things and not finishing them. I'll get the laundry done, but it will sit in baskets waiting to be put away. I cleaned out the bird feeder, but I haven't refilled it yet. It seems everywhere I look there is something that needs to be done that I'm casually putting off.
What's happened to me and how did I get this way? I like things neat, clean and organized. I like to make lists and check off what I've accomplished. When did I become such a slacker? Can I blame it on summer?
Enough is enough! I've got to get back on track and prioritize. I've got to adopt a new "get it done" instead of "I'll do it later" attitude. I've got to improve my time management skills. Why am I telling you this? Because I've heard that you are 50% more likely to do something if you write it down. I'm also hoping that I'm not the only one who has slacked off a little.
I don't want to be June Cleaver (I don't think she would float margaritas in her pool, after all), I just want to feel on top of my game again. So who's with me? Anyone else suffering from this mysterious malady? And if you're not, do you want to drop by and put away my laundry and fill my bird feeder?