Attachments

I am attached to my own will and my own schedule.  But as the mother of an eight-month-old and another due in August, my time is not my own, my body is not my own.  I have duties to my husband and my babies.  When I procrastinate, I am putting my own will first:  not doing the tasks I consider undesirable.  When I grumble at being interrupted, again I want my will, my time, to do the things I want to do.

Yet when I finally give up my own will, life is easier.  When I finally give up procrastinating, I find the task is quick and easy, and it feels good to have it done.  When I stop trying to divide my attention and just enjoy by baby, we are both happier.  When I respond immediately to her instead of finishing what I was doing I have a sense of victory, like I just dealt the devil a blow (which I suppose I probably did).

My resolutions for March:
Decide what needs to be done at the beginning of the day, and do it without procrastinating.
Respond to the baby immediately, without grumbling.