I Need Therapy!

Ok....so here is the conversation Dan and I had over lunch today.....at a Mexican restaurant, of course (I am convinced there is a Mexican gene in him somewhere.....could it be a Mexican Mennonite???)
"Daniel, if we would just go away to England for a few months I would be able to write tons of stuff and be so excited about it!"
To which he replied, "Why can you not do that here?"
To which I replied, "I always feel like I have to have all my ducks in a row and have everything finished and organized and THAT never happens so I never get to the one thing I love to do most."
"No, you do not." He said with a smirk on his face. (I hate it when that happens!)
I knew what he was referring to.....he was implying that if I REALLY wanted to write, I would make it the highest priority and just do it.
At that point, I admit I got a little over-dramatic. (I tend to do that to make a point!) "Yes, I DO! Writing is what I REALLY want to do but I get so obsessed with having to get organized that I dont feel I deserve to take the time to do the exciting thing I want to do most."
"So what is holding you back?" he said.
"My LIFE!" I said as I threw my hands in the air! (Again, a bit over dramatic but it is the way I have to express myself!)
I looked at him as he sat there, smirking, and waiting for me to see my own idiocy. "Ok.....so I need therapy!" I said and that is when he began to give me examples of how people block out time to devote to the things they do want to accomplish most. He talked about a coach who just wrote about taking ten minutes a day to organize an area of the house....to which, I had the opportunity to smirk!
TEN MINUTES A DAY? Here is an example of my life. I went to the back bathroom this morning to throw in a load of laundry, I picked up a cloth napkin from the dinner we had a couple nights ago and out fell a spoon. So I picked up the spoon and laid it on the sink and remembered I had to clean the toilet and straighten up that bathroom since we are having company for dinner again tonight. I proceeded to clean that bathroom and as I started out the door I spotted the spoon. On my way to the kitchen to put it in the dishwasher, I passed my office door and spotted the basket of 98 envelopes I had stuffed the night before. I knew they needed to go to the post office so I went in to pick it up and take it to the kitchen counter since I was going that way. But as I was picking it up I spied a few interesting looking emails on my computer so I set the spoon down and sat down to answer a couple. As I got up from my desk about twenty minutes later, I spied the spoon again, picked it up along with the basket of envelopes to be mailed and went into our bathroom which connects from my office to the master bedroom and saw that the throw rugs needed to be shaken so I laid the spoon down on the counter and did that little job. Then I noticed the toilet needed cleaning so I did that and a couple other little jobs. As I passed through the door to the bedroom, I picked up the spoon and saw a pile of clean laundry I had placed on the bed that needed to be put away. I laid the spoon on the high-boy and straightened up the bedroom. While sorting through the pile of clothes I laid out items I need to pack for our trip to New York City tomorrow. As I started to leave the bedroom I remembered the spoon and went to retrieve it. As I came out the bedroom door I noticed the CD player in the living room had stopped and I missed hearing the sounds of Andrea Bocceli that I had been listening to. So I laid the spoon on the fireplace mantle and went to put in another CD. At that point I finally picked up the spoon and took it to the kitchen. At least an hour had passed since I found that stupid spoon!
Can anyone RELATE?? Has anyone else besides me taken such a circuitous route to get from point A to point B?? THIS IS MY LIFE! Some days I wonder how I will ever get to my writing. I can ALWAYS get sidetracked and find things that just HAVE to be done.
So I think I need therapy. Or a trip to England. Or both! One thing for sure, my life gives me lots of fodder to write about........if I only had the TIME!!