Screwing Up
I hate the feeling when I screw up. I like to be together, kind, thoughtful, organized, tidy etc—all the good words. However it seems like when I go fast, I start to miss things. I am much better able to be all the good words when I have time to think, time to plan and mental capacity for all the bits and pieces that make up my life. I don’t like messing up. But it happens. It happens with my kids when I get cranky for no reason. It happens with my husband when I forget to tell him about a meeting in the evening and I don’t come home when he expects me to, I am slow to have important conversations, and generally I start to feel like all the balls are dropping around me. I don’t even have time to think about all the balls that are in the air because I am tidying up all the messes for the balls that are dropping. For me, this is a sign that I am too busy. I think about my list which looks something like this: Do 28 day diet Plan Europe trip Book accommodations in Europe Help my daughter problem-solve her school challenges Help my daughter figure out how to get a Toronto Restaurant apprenticeship Create curriculum for workshop in two weeks Communicate with partners about the workshop Coach clients Communicate with people interested in coaching Read client’s new book Read other client’s new book Think about hiring a personal trainer Do client work–web development Write daily for the Crucible as I committed to my coach Wash dishes–dishwasher has been broken since September because of rats Think about buying a new dishwasher when the Pest Control folks come back Get ready for exchange student who may arrive any time Read to my kids Train my dog, or at a bare minimum, get her to the dog park for exercise. Socialize with friends As I write this list, it seems even more...
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