Yesterday regular readers of this blog (okay, recent regular readers, I did take a three month break between February and May) might have noticed there was no Three Good Things post. By the end of the day, I was just wound down and didn’t have the energy. I didn’t exercise or stretch, and there were a few other things on my checklist (jeez, does this guy ever shut up about his checklists?) that I didn’t do. At the time, I was fine with not “getting them all” as I usually try to do.
But this morning, I woke up not in the expected mindset of “I missed some things on my list yesterday, my life is a failure” but rather “ow my back ow my shoulder ow my me.” I was in a lot of pain and so I allowed myself to take it easy. I did my vitals, I ate my breakfast, I set my glucose meter timer, and I went back to bed.
I’m now awake again (either that or this is the most lucid sleepwriting I’ve ever done) and I’m coming to grips with not only yesterday’s shortcomings but this morning’s as well.
And you know what? I’m FINE with it. Perfection is a subjective construct anyway. You can get a perfect score on a test, sure, but my perfect pizza (bacon, ground beef, mushrooms, light sauce) is likely not your perfect pizza. (Although you might be interested in my pizza, or at least craving pizza, in which case welcome to the club, go go gadget power of suggestion!) The point is that perfection is in the eye of the beholder, and what’s perfect for me is oftentimes not going to be perfect for you.
So as I write this my back is back to normal, and my shoulder pain is greatly diminished, although I have a heating pad on it still. But I’ve managed to do all the things that I need to have done by this point in the day, and I’m looking to accomplish more.
That’s the good thing about the morning. It gives each one of us a fresh start once a day. Today I hope to hit all my checkmarks. I have an appointment later on today and I hope that I remember to get things done around the appointment. (Usually sojourns outside the house throw off my schedule a bit and sometimes drive the whole day into disarray. The measure of how well I’m handling the change in the day’s usual and customary schedule is how well I can stick to my checklists despite the schedule.) And if I do, well, that’s great. If I don’t, that’s okay too.
Today I can do no wrong, even if I don’t do everything.