Nothing like waking up on a Tuesday (or for most people Monday) and realize that your to-do list never was culled. Oh, no, when you weren't looking the dang thing bred like rabbits. Now with my 40-hour workweek starting, I don't have time to chase down the furry little rodents and get stuff done.
Yet in my defense, you perfectionist ego self that is nagging at me, I managed to finish reading three great books. So I may not have got more words on my work in progress done but I'll get to it. Maybe this weekend was to allow me to take time away from the story so I can come back refreshed and ready to make the story move.
I know I am very hard on myself so I’m cultivating ways to let myself off the hook about my own personal deadlines. Though that maybe my wish, every time I say something about being “nice” to myself or to “cut” myself some slack, in my ears all I can hear is a little dark voice telling me that I’m copping out, I’m lying to myself, and that I’m a hypocrite since I push others to complete their goals by sticking with them.
I must be gentle with myself because I need to keep me filled up with hope, love, and joy for me so I can overflow such sentiments to those I see, speak, and interact with every day. Deep in my heart that rings true. Because that is how I want to be treated and if I can’t stomach giving those responses to me, how do I plan on receiving the same things from others?
Sparkles and Love,