Turtle Time: Bananas and Hoops

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A banana, actually some bananas, hula hoops and a journal...what do all these things have in common? Me. Well, me and my procrastination and fear. At the time I purchased these things, I was camping near Lake Balaton, during the winter, yes winter. It's less expensive to camp during the off-season and so me being The Queen of Cheap (someone once told me not to refer to myself as this), I had to camp. Camping helps me stay on budget and I love being outdoors, truly, truly LOVE IT. The cold, well, it's like that parent who always reminds you that you're living in their home, rent free; therefore, they can treat you however they like. And do. The planner was bought to serve its' intended purpose, to plan. Its' importance came from the future - 2023; I purchased it in 2022. Many people believe the act of writing encourages and births reality, I agree. I told myself that if I wrote my hopes, desires and passions in a journal intended for the future, I could begin to cure myself of the disease of procrastination. It has helped; however, I have found that documenting my dreams gets them out of my mental space and into a visual realm, it doesn't necessarily cure me of procrastination. Doing, simply doing is more of an effective treatment. So, I do, as much as I can. The hoops. These hoops. Those hoops. As I'm writing this, about six months after having purchased the hoops, I still have yet to use them for their intended purpose - mobile greenhouse structure. Yet, I am not ashamed or disappointed in myself. But, why not? Simple. It is not their time to shine. Csiga, my tiny bicycle home, has gone through many transformations. Her final-ish transformation will include these hoops, I'm sure. Over the past six months, she has had two flat tires, traversed many potholes, been lifted, carried, fallen over and bent. The hoops are waiting, waiting until we, Csiga and I, get in our groove, get even more in-sync and then the hoops will be ready to become Csigas' crown, I know. I'm a real work in progress, y'all. I fuck up, I get up, I fall down, look around, I move on...slowly, like a Turtle, Thee Turtle, that I am. Move slow y'all 💚 AnomaLeOverT.I.M.E 💚

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