Whenever I “fail” at something, I tend to beat myself up. When I make a list of things to accomplish in a week and I don’t do them all, it’s like I have a big fat F on my planner.
Which is dumb.
There are things that I have to do, sure. There are appointments that must be kept and activities that happen every day. But when I make a list of “would be nice” and don’t get to them? That’s when “grace” needs to happen.
I am not a perfect human being, by any stretch. And honestly, sometimes I’m lazy. But instead of harping on what didn’t happen, I need to just move forward.
For instance, I am off the work-out train. I was doing great for awhile, going to the gym three times a week, but I got off track. Insert excuse after excuse after excuse.
I’ve gained weight. My clothes are fitting more snug than I’d like. I’m not exactly smiling at myself in the mirror.
I need to show myself some grace.
So what if I missed a few weeks? So what if I’ve been eating more junk that I usually do? Instead of harping on everything wrong I’ve been doing, I need to simply begin again.
Isn’t that what life is? It’s taking one step at a time, one day at a time. We’re moving forward, never backward. It does no good to harp on mistakes. Acknowledge them, learn from them and move the hell on.
I do this with writing too. I set goals for what I want to do with both websites I own, with plans for making more money, with ideas for starting new projects. When I don’t do what was on my list for the week, I get mad at myself. Negative thoughts creep into my mind and that inner critic comes out full force.
But instead of wasting all that energy on the cynical, I need to pause, breathe, and grant myself some grace. Those things clearly weren’t a priority. I will get to them, or I won’t. And either option should be okay.
So this week, I’m eating a little better, I’m getting some exercise and I’ve made another list. We will see what happens.
But regardless, I’m going to be kind to myself. I deserve that.