I am very, very bad at getting down to things. I make decisions about what I'm going to do, and then change my mind (too much like hard work, too expensive, perhaps not such a good idea after all etc etc). Recently, I've had an idea for a radio play, another idea for a screenplay, thought about saxophone lessons, having more dressage lessons, improving my French (the CD and booklet have been sitting patiently waiting for my attention for over a year), stocking the freezer with food for visitors, cleaning out a particularly daunting cupboard...and I haven't done any of them.
My neighbour, on the other hand, is (and I'm sure she won't mind me saying this) one of those small, slim people, sometimes known as "sprightly", who never stop. In her eighties, she can be seen dashing off for her early morning swim, her day-long ramble, one of her many instrumental gatherings, her voluntary work at the hospital (an hour's drive away), looking after her grandchildren, driving off on her five-hour journey to visit the 90+ woman who looked after as a child, and whose garden she sorts out, having Russian lessons...you get the picture.
Why can't I be like that? Why am I sitting her wasting time when I could be doing Pilates or learning to tap dance (another thing I've always fancied) or doing something Really Worthwhile? I know I take after my father - he was like this - but that's no excuse. And the counsellor in me says that I can change.
If I really want to...