sometimes I just need a kick in the ass

Kind of like right now.

I’m supposed to be writing a final paper for my online course.  It only has to be five pages long.  It’s not due until next Saturday.  I would love to be able to have a draft down that I can walk away from for a day and review before submitting the report on Friday.  That may still happen…

But now I’m distracted.  More than usual.

My friend, who is well aware of my tendency to waffle, procrastinate and take my time to think things over, forwarded an email to me: her recently acquired tattoo artist was offering a sale for December appointments.  He’s a partner in the shop she’s been going to and the artist whose portfolio I preferred.  My sometime-in-the-new-year schedule just got bumped a bit.

There are some things that I am willing to just do.  There are some things that I think about and then just do.  There are some things – permanent, skin altering things, for example – that I sit on and spend countless days coming to terms with before thinking about some more.  I tell myself that I am letting concepts settle.  That I am still researching.  That I am waiting for an epiphany.  I do this even when I have done all the thinking, finished researching and am completely at peace with the answers.  At that point, I’m just lazy.  I know what I want to do and could set it in motion any time.  Without a kick in ass, I can sit – at peace – for an unfortunately long time.

So, after a kick in the ass and a consultation yesterday, I have a tattoo scheduled for Dec 13.  And I am even more at peace with it.

The shop itself is well done and has a good feel.  The building is brilliant (I could seriously live in the hallways and stairwells) and, added bonus, the tattoo artist is a pretty down to earth guy.  The latter is even better, in light of the fact that I entered the consultation starting to freak out about how unprepared I felt.  I mean, I wasn’t expecting to have to have anything defined before the spring, right? But I did have photos.  I do know the elements I want.  I just have no concept of what the final product is actually supposed to look like.   And that’s his job.

And, after the consultation, I am totally okay with that.

Mr. Q, on the other hand, is coming to terms with it.

Oh, who am I kidding.  He’s resigned and is giving it as little thought as possible until the 13th arrives.  Besides, in the mean time, he’s distracted by the Grey Cup.  CFL football, opened by Down With Webster and the anthem delivered by The Trews.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to my paper while I arbitrarily decide if I’ll be cheering for Saskatchewan or Montreal.

{Saskatchewan it is.}

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