Why I don't get more done...

Here are my top ten time wasters:

1. Sleeping in. Technically I’m not really doing this because I usually only sleep about six hours a night. But this may be why it takes me so long to get going in the morning.
2. Emailing, calling and socializing with friends and family. Do I really need to talk to my sister nearly every day? Probably not, but I want to.
3. Dealing with unexpected things that come up. Why does Lily always head for the living room carpet when she needs to throw up?
4. Looking for things I can’t find. Yesterday John and I spent ages trying to find my black dye re-inker. He called me while I was out grocery shopping to tell me he thinks I might have left it at Mary’s. (How many weeks has the poor guy spent helping me find things over the years? And really, how can he stand it?)
5. Not being decisive enough. I waste an incredible amount of time worrying about whether or not I’m making the right decision about something. Then when I finally do commit, I waste even more time obsessing about it afterwards.
6. Being distracted by bright shiny objects. Or muted ones as the case may be. Life is so interesting; it’s hard to resist the lure of everything going on out there.
7. Puttering. Personally I think the art of puttering is highly under rated. I get so many ideas leafing through books and rummaging through art supplies. If I had a dollar for every idea I’ve come up with, I’d be a millionaire.
8. Staring at the wall, or whatever. This morning I lost a half an hour sitting on the back porch basking in the sunlight and drinking tea. Can’t remember what I was thinking about, but I did see a cardinal and admired my lilacs.
9. Cooking and cleaning. Seriously, there are many people I know who do this so much better than me.
10. Making lists like this one. I have lists of places I want to go, favorite books and movies, art techniques I want to try, novels I want to write, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. (Apparently making lists is not only a sign of being an oldest child, but also of Attention Deficit Disorder). What can I say? Today I’m thinking that who I really am is how I waste time.