I had really ambitious plans for tonight:
Get home from work (around 6pm).
Do homework with kiddo.
Practice piano with kiddo.
Bedtime stuff and then read a chapter of Harry Potter with kiddo (we just started the first book).
Make dinner for tomorrow night.
Catch up on work stuff.
Get stuff organized for tomorrow.
Write this blog post.
Read (currently making my way through the Steve Jobs biography, although very slowly).
Get to bed by 10pm.
Ha! I hope you’re laughing because seeing all my plans written out here makes me laugh with the realization that I was kidding myself thinking I can do all that and get to bed by 10pm (an epically early time for me, mind you.)
I’m terrible about making insanely unrealistic to-do lists. In fact, as I started writing this post I glanced at my to-do list sitting next to me and it’s not a list that I could have possibly accomplished in one day. Yet when I wrote it this morning that’s what I was aiming to do. And the downside is that now I feel like I failed when in fact, I wasn’t going to ever succeed in the first place.
I know we hear this advice all the time but I’m going to repeat it again and try to listen myself this time:
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