People get really offended when what you really want to do is tend to your own life.
I have a running list in my head of things I want to do. I don't need to write the list down because the list has become part of me-- get rid of that stack of stuff on the table, dust that shelf between the first and second floor, throw out the tubs of old glue on my desk, donate the bags of old clothes in the garage, read Columbine, finally put photos in the frames on the wall, the list goes on and on. Yet, in my daily life there doesn't seem to be time to get to those things in addition to all the other things I need to get done. I really want to do those things. They nag at me like an annoying sitcom wife.
I offended people left and right today and that's their problem.
The stack of crap is off my table, the shelf between floors has been dusted, my old magazines have been tossed, and my makeup drawer is organized. And my Neil Diamond CD played all day on repeat.
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