I’ve decided I’m not disorganised, I’m differently organised.
What does it matter that I’m showering after breakfast because I got too hungry after sleeping in because my night was filled with fitful sleep, tossing and turning? Followed by half an hour’s yoga-like yoga practice to try to ease my way into the day, an attempt to enter the waking world peacefully (not entirely successful, as evident from my description)? Then a short walk with Miss Sore Paw who jerked along on three legs until her bowel and bladder released, because she’s too anxious from being in a new place, and at the vet’s, to go to the toilet in a relaxed manner?
…. and then I have my breakfast, followed by my shower?
What does it matter the precise order I complete my daily tasks in, as long as they get done? Who says that just because other people do things in a certain way, that it’s the right way, the only way they can be done?
I choose to follow my own rhythms. I still fulfil my commitments.
You be the judge: is this a serious post or am I merely an April Fool?
Annabel Harz: Author and Artist 