That panicked feeling when you realize that you've forgotten something important.
Today I was so wrapped up in my life and craziness that I completely forgot to write. Or I should say yesterday. Because now it is after midnight and I am struggling not to cry because I missed a day of writing and I was sooooo determined not to. This week has been a week of one set back after another. Tuesday was bad, Wednesday was worse, and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse Thursday came along. Now I'm feeling sad again, even after a great day, because it seems that I've failed yet again. But I guess this week has just been one big, annoying reminder from God that I'm human and I can't be perfect all the time, or every day, or any day as a matter of fact. I mess up a lot, but this week has been worse than usual. If you know me, you know that I'm a perfectionist, and also a bit OCD. When I was younger I was in a quizzing program for two years and I never missed a single quiz question until question three of my last quiz meet EVER. I cried through the rest of the day, and even though they dropped my lowest score and it all turned out to be awesome, I still have to live with those nine perfect score ribbons and that one stupid, obnoxious blue I-missed-that-one-question ribbon. I hate that ribbon so much. But, like this week, it is a reminder that I'm not, nor ever will be perfect. So yeah. Its after midnight. And I didn't write yesterday. And I kinda want to hit myself, but deep down I know that its not the end of the world.
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