Little chanllenges

The roads have been worse than they were today but they were still pretty messy. I must have beet the plow trucks to the highway because the passing lane was snow packed and dangerous to use. I was, however, fortunate enough to be able to go almost the 110km/h speed limit for most of the trip there.

By the time I made it the hundred-or-so-kilometre-commute to College, it seemed the storm was essentially over but my fellow classmates informed me that class was done for the day.

I am not going to lie: I wish I had known this key piece of information before I had set out.  I just braved crappy roads for nothing. My time could have been used much more effectively, had I just stayed home.

Could have been but would it have been? Hard to say, my efforts can often be inconsistent.

Battling the Procrastination Demon seems to be my life's work.

It's as though I would prefer to face failure due to lack of effort than failure due to... well due to just not being good enough. Does that make any sense?

Ridiculous really. You could almost say I fear success as opposed to failure, as if success would challenge my whole self image, would puff itself up in condescention and inform me that I am not who I thought I was. 

The trip back home went much slower than the one to school. As I soon realized, the storm was most definitely not over. My visibility was minimized by the ginormous transport stirring up and spitting snow back at me. The white-beige stuff smeared my windshield with blurry moisture and forced me to sit forward in that up-tight way that short women often drive. I rarely cracked 100 km/h.

Once back in my hometown, I headed strait for the bookstore and purchased the most recent issue of Canadian Writer's Market and sat with a coffee to compose this blog so the day has not been a total loss.

Here's to more days with less loss more confidence to persevere.