There’s nothing attractive about being behind.

Is being behind the same as being a behind? Sort of.
I’m behind in reading my favorite blog posts. I’m behind in writing blog posts. I’m behind in my house cleaning. I’m behind with my laundry.
The summer is moving by more quickly than ever; most likely because summer didn’t start until the end of June here in Minnesota. Seriously, I think we had snow in May. Growers of vegetables, like Husby, aren’t very happy with their crops, and people like me feel like it should be the beginning of July rather than the middle of August because the weather pulled a colossal joke on us this year.
I’m making excuses. I can’t blame the weather for my being so remiss in reading my favorite blogs or writing a post or seventeen. I can’t blame the weather for the gathering dust bunnies and smelly laundry in the hamper.
It feels icky to be behind. If feels lazy to be behind. From now on I’m going to be ahead.

Ahead. Get it?













