I learned something back in college that I still actually remember and that seems to hold so true so much of the time.
See, there was this group of which I was very much a part (more on that someday), and we were holding an event that would bring roughly 400 people from across the states of Iowa and Illinois (and a few from other locations) for an entire weekend. It was kind of a big deal that we were even awarded the event, and it was also pretty typical that about 5% of the people would do 95% of the work.
There was a lot of work to be done in order to make this happen: we needed to choose the hotel and work out a deal for room rates for attendees, arrange for catering (and a constant supply of coffee throughout all of the conference rooms), schedule meetings and speakers, hire security, select DJs for dances both nights of the event, get a PO box for advance registration (and someone to deal with it), schedule volunteers for things like checking in all those advancely registered and not yet registered attendees. Plus a million other details like that. Months in advance we threw a bunch of weekend dances all over the great state of Illinois, some a few hours drive away, in order to even raise money for the event. Oh, and there was that huge ass picnic and those t-shirts that we had to have made in order to sell for the dual purpose of raising money and also for creating some buzz (can't recall what prompted us to chose that hot pink lettering, though). Lots and lots and lots of work.
I protested that while taking a full course load of classes and trying to maintain my grade point average and also working 5 days a week (part-time, but still) that I simply wouldn't be able to do more than help out along the edges a bit. I'm not one of those lucky people who doesn't have to study in order to do well, and I was a constant ball of little more than stress and study (and little sleep). And coffee, lots of it. I simply would not have time to really be one of those super involved and with tons of responsibility. Nope. Couldn't do it.
Then someone explained that I was the perfect choice because "if you want something done, give it to the busy person." And that? Was me. And on those grounds combined with lack of volunteers? I was railroaded into being in charge of not just one but two committees. And all of the above? Yep, I was either very much involved or directly responsible. And? I carried a 3.67 GPA that semester. Not too bad.
My point to all of this is that when you read this, I will be entering Day 3 of unemployment, counting just the weekdays (though, truthfully, it's already a blur between weekend and weekday), and I'm not busy. At all. Even though I've forcing myself to be out of bed before 8AM just on principle and have been taking care of some things, I'm so very not busy. I'm so very not busy to the point that I'm struggling to keep up with posting for this silly NaBloPoMo (BloMe) and returning comments, too. I've read some of your posts in my reader and keep meaning to go and comment because I've enjoyed them, but then I get too wrapped up in doing not a goddamn thing that I just don't make it back. I can't believe it's already happened, that the laze has already set in so firmly and has already taken root. Believe me, I'm enjoying all of my free time and appreciate it more than I can begin to express. No complaints. Just an odd observation at how much better at this whole blogging thing I was when I was busier.
Gotta run, online Mahjong awaits, and so does the start of The Office Season 4 (yes, I've watched that much since Friday). If you are super busy and want to write blog posts for me or comment on other blogs as if you are me, please shout because I'm looking for volunteers. Otherwise I'm headed to the coffee shop sometime Wednesday morning to try to get caught up again because, curiously enough, I do get stuff done when I'm there. If I can find the motivation to actually leave my home.