Oops, I did it again. I played with my mind, got lost in the excitement. I over-scheduled! I didn’t plan or think things through. I am overwhelmed. ARGH!
I decided in my brief respite home, that oh, sure I can do this and that and the other thing. Oh! And yes, I can rearrange the house and function of not one, not two, but THREE rooms all at the same time. Sure, I am (imagine a cued audio of the theme song from the TV series “WonderWoman”) the spitting image of Lynda Carter, not.
I don’t have an invisible plane, and my body surely does NOT fit in that one piece outfit that always caused me concern as a girl that her boobies would fall out. Only a man would think that we could save the world and maintain both mammaries inside essentially a strapless swimsuit. Am I right?
I am being a horse again, and not the tail end of one either. I am doggedly trying to push through; achieve, succeed, do all those things that everyone tells you should be done and mastered in order to become the person you want to be. I am not there, yet.
Take today for instance, there is more on my list but not enough time to do them all. Now I have to prioritize. I hate prioritizing. Making judgements on what can be pushed off, requires a shift in perspective, mostly my own, about my self and what I can realistically do.
I can only do what I can do. And that is good enough. Something I have to learn to accept.
It is Good Enough
◆ To do things in bits and pieces
◆ To ask for help
◆ Evaluate the list periodically and take off those items that no longer hold importance
◆ Accept Change (Change in: Perspective, Goals, Priorities, Me)
It is what it is.