But I get hung up. Since you need approximately a gazillion and twelve steps to make that thousand-mile journey, skipping one day’s step doesn’t seem like a big deal. No one particular step on one particular day is so crucial. So I let myself have a break, and POOF! A week has gone by with no progress.
I have more excuses at my beck and call than anyone could possibly need. Syd had to say a sentence about something he didn’t do to leave Spanish class yesterday. He said he didn’t do his homework and, unbidden, the rest of the sentence came to me: porque tengo murcielagos en mi cama (because I have bats in my bed). Syd has decided he has to say that next time. See, I’m never going to get anything done because of the bats in my bed, or head, or belfry, or wherever it is the bats hang out.
Murcielago is supposed to be the most beautiful word in the entire Spanish language because it has all the vowel sounds. Maybe I won’t accomplish anything because I’m always distracted by random bits of information like that.
On the other hand, I tend to do well at Trivial Pursuit. I better make some baby steps, lest my whole life turn out to be a quest for that stupid orange pie slice.