This is an odd, odd time of the year. Or at least it is for me. So much pressure. We've barely recovered from the trauma that is Pretty Tree Day -- the rushing, the shopping, the wrapping, the travel, and of course the crazy relatives -- and we're expected to figure out what we need to do to become perfect. Starting at midnight. And what if we forget to be perfect next Tuesday? Well that's it. Whole year down the drain. Better luck in 2012.
I'm sorry, but I'm bowing out.
Not of having things that I want to accomplish next year, because there are a lot of them. But I'm done being mean to myself. I'm done with the idea that I have to do something every single day for the next 365 days to be able to call it a success. So if I forget to moisturize next Tuesday, I'll just do it on Wednesday (or Thursday, lol), and forgive myself and move on and end the year with nicer skin than I have here at the beginning.
And if there are some things I don't get started on right away, that's okay too. If some things on my list turn out to be lovely thoughts that absolutely refuse to be wedged into my actual life? I'm going to let them go, at least for now. Maybe I'll try again another time when my life is different.
In short, I'm aiming for progress not perfection. I'm aiming for gentle, flexible progress -- not the kind that gets you to your goal but you're crazed the whole time and exhausted and cranky when you finally get there.
Remind me of this when I forget, will you?
I wish you the 2011 that your heart most deeply desires.
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