I have been "editing" a series of motivational newspaper articles for someone else. Despite my advanced age, and in spite of my conceit that I know so much because I've been around so long, I have learnt alot from them. I have been faced with some of my bad habits, particularly procrastination. God, How painful, How depressing, How demotivating a habit! To be brutally honest, it is more than a habit, it is a way of life.
I'm a sloppy dresser,I have no style, and most of the time I don't care what I look like. If you put me in Versace, I would look as if I were wearing a sack.
A friend has given me a lovely maroon T-shirt with an Aboringinal painting of three snakes. This morning she asked me if I had tried it on yet (It's two weeks since she gave it to me). I said, "No". Why? Well, you can divide my wardrobe into three categories:
what I wear everyday, which is usually baggy slacks and a voluminous shirt or T-shirt;
what I never wear because I hate these clothes (gifts or mistakes);
what I almost never wear, because I like them so much I don't want to spoil them.
(I've realised there is a fourth category: clothes that are too small, the remnant of brief periods of being thinner.) The maroon T-shirt is number three, I love it so much I don't want to spoil it by wearing it.
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