I’m a procrastinator - sometimes. Not that I sit around idly doing
nothing, but I put off certain things. Usually, this is because I have other
things I’m doing that take far more time than I had planned. Then, unexpected
things come up that need to be taken care of and so, I keep pushing back things
I should have already had done. Which is how I ended up sitting outside on my
deck at one o’clock in the morning, just hours before my deadline, trying to
decide what to write for this week’s blog.
Sitting there, staring up at the stars, I noticed the mountainside
behind my house. It’s a pretty steep hill that rises over a 1000 feet. In the
cliffs at the top are a few sizeable caves. This is a perfect attraction for a
young adventurous boy and when I was a kid, I made countless trips up the
mountainside to explore. I would run up and down the rough, steep terrain
multiple times a day. Not that I needed a reason, but I’d look for any excuse
to go up there - sometimes just to see how fast I could make it to the top and
back down to my house. It’s a wonder I didn’t break a leg - or two! But nothing
bad ever happened and I have many fond memories of those days.
Although I now live just down the street from where I did then, it’s
been years since I’ve been up to those caves. I keep thinking I need to make
another trip - but, not on foot! I’m way to old for that. I doubt I’d have the
energy to make it halfway up before collapsing. Lucky for me though, I don’t
need to walk. There is a road that comes in from the back side. Not a very good
road, but a road - I could drive up there! And I plan to - just haven’t done
it. Not yet. I’m busy with other things. Or, maybe it’s because I’m a
procrastinator.
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