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Blog Challenge: Day 5


Good evening internet world.  Today is challenge 5–to write about my worst habits.  Wow . . . this will be so hard, since I have no bad habits.  What, you don’t believe that?  Yeah, you’re right.  I have a ton.  In no particular order they are . . .

I’m a bit OCD–not diagnosable, not the kind that’s into counting things and repeating words.  But I’m about obsessive about things being clean, about rooms being arranged a certain way, about a million crazy things.  Anyway, that often leads to some habits that are really annoying to others–things like washing my hands all the time, insisting that the paint strokes go in one direction, using cloth napkins at casual parties, and on and on.  I don’t think any of them are necessarily bad per se, but they are definitely annoying to others.

I can also be a little controlling.  It was inevitable really–I’m a first-born, people-pleasing perfectionist with a bit of OCD–the only way to achieve all that is to control things, right?  Yeah, you’re not feeling sorry for me are you?  My friends tolerate it most of the time, occasionally though they just get annoyed and let me know I need to lay off.

Also, I’m a verbal processer — in other words, I talk things through.  And I’m very passionate when I speak.  Whether I’m brainstorming, planning, or arguing I get really into the conversation.  There’s no medium with me–I’m not just telling you my idea, I’m telling you why it’s the best idea ever and we absolutely have to do it.  This happens to drive my co-workers crazy.  Somebody should give them an award for putting up with me.

Whether it’s my OCD, controlling, or arguing– I’m full of habits that annoy others.  But I have other habits that drive me crazy.  For example, although I’m a work-a-holic most of the time, I can be incredibly lazy at home.  I’ll spend my day off just chilling in front of the TV or reading books, when there are piles of laundry to be done and paperwork to be organized.  I wish I had more energy and drive.  Worst of all though, I’m always blowing my budget.  I am terrible at managing money.  Seriously terrible. That may be my worst habit of all.

What about you?  What are your bad habits?

Here are Karla’s worst habits–and I have the same ones, even if I didn’t think to write about them all.




The sky was cloudless that September morning
when my father found me,
hands behind his back,
twinkle in his eye
I looked up from my pile of dirt and weeds and held out my hands
“What is it?”
I demanded with a pout.
He only smiled before pulling out the exquisite kite,
placing it in my grubby fingers
shades of deep purple streaked with lavender and gold
and a tail crafted from yards of ribbon and lace
a breathtaking piece of beauty amidst my grime
I jumped and laughed
grabbed hold of my kite and began to run
I ran as fast and as hard as I could
threading inches of twine through my fingers
Release the purple kite higher and higher toward that cloudless sky
And daddy’s eyes twinkled
Why did he love to give me such extravagant presents?

A few months later he stopped in to check on my magnificent flying contraption
My results were something les than spectacular
ribbons trailing the ground
A beautiful invention meant to soar
lay crumpled at my feet
Oh father . . .
And he walked over and placed his hands on mine
I looked up, questions in my eyes
How had I managed to ruin this gift so quickly?
Patiently he let out the twine,
“You’ve got to release.”
he whispered
“You’ve got to let go,
you’re choking the life out of it—
holding onto it so tightly
as if it were me.
I gave you gifts to soar through sun-breathed skies
but they’ll never fly if
you’re holding on so tightly.
You’ve got to release.”

I try it—
reach out my hand,
link my fingers through his
while the kite strings brush the fingers of my other hand
and suddenly the kite takes off.