My goal at the beginning of the year was to write a question a day for the whole 366. I missed yesterday. It’s been a crazy first week of the year and like most good New Year’s intentions I didn’t make 7/7.
So I find myself with a self-imposed standard that no one but me will notice or care if I make unless I manage to shine a big old glaring light on it.
But isn’t that so often what we do? We set and hold ourselves to a standard or to do list or life plan and when we fail instead of just adjusting our course and continuing on we let others know just what a failure we think we are. What if this year all you talked about were the blessings in your life and the success of the people around you? What if you let yourself be less than perfect? What if your goal was to be more genuine and open? What if there was a great reward for being comfortable in your own skin and whatever size jeans it takes to cover than skin?
What would you do for a Klondike bar?
(And, yes, I see the irony of doubling up on posts today to get back on my 366/366)