….well, actually it’s day 3. July 3rd.
I had fully intended on starting this project on the first day in July, to run the whole month. Then we went out of town for a family reunion, then my week was full of crazy catch up because I was gone from all three jobs for two days, then yesterday I was filling out a deposit slip for work, looked up the date (because I had no idea what day it was), and it said “July 2.”
That’s usually how it is with me. GREAT INTENTIONS. Pretty great planning. Moderately acceptable execution.
Frequently drops the ball.
As an OCD-control-freak-overachiever-perfectionist, that last part grieves me.
The perfectionist part of me wants to spend the day today writing THREE articles, not just one. Take three pictures, post three blogs, back date the first two. Six hours later, done and done. I’d have started on the first (even if I hadn’t), I’d be COMPLETE, the project would be whole, and when it was all over I’d have one completely intact, just-right, no-holes, no missing parts blog project. My FIRST blog project, and it would be a roaring success.
…but then I got to thinking.
“Isn’t that expectation of perfection the problem I’ve got with my body in the first place?”Read More