
What a question. When that question gets asked, I try to avoid answering it. I say things like “gee, I really don’t know” or “this kind of thing has a mind of its own” or “wish I knew.” I rarely use the last answer because I usually say it with an attitude that’s a tiny bit rude.
A lot of times, the questioner is satisfied and goes away. But some persist … “don’t you have some kind of idea?” So, I think about it, come up with my best idea, multiply that by three, and give that number as my answer. The person then goes away.
I return to my project and discover that my forward progress has shifted from overdrive and cruising to second gear and crawling. Well, what else would it do? The pressure of a deadline is now looming. The pressure of a “boss” is bearing down. I wish I could be more like the guys on NCIS. They go into hyper-overdrive when pressure is applied. But on my show, Suzanne Real Life, the gears get clogged.
So, right now, I’m cruising on my drawer organizer project. I hope no-one asks me how long it’s going to take.
Take care,
Suzanne