I said I'd give you 30 days of shoes. I only gave you 29. I said I'd make the appointment for the car, dog, painter, computer repair, instead, I wrote. I said I'd drop the drycleaning and finish the wash, instead, I moved desks and bought linens. I said I'd be done by 5-- I wasn't. I said I'd wait for you to call me, that I was fine with that. I'm not. I said I'd pick up everything on the list. But I forgot to turn it over. I said I'd send out all the old stories and place them all. I only placed three. I said I'd work out every morning, but it was afternoon before I got out the door. I said I'd make dinner- well, I did make the call for the delivery of dinner, does that count? I said I didn't need any help, that I could it all by myself. I can't.
Go ahead, call me a failure.
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I always think I can do WAY more than I actually do. All you can do is cut yourself slack and ask for help when you need it. There's no failure in that.
Why does this post make me so feel so much better? Hmm... I think I can relate.
Honey, you are not a failure. You are flexible and spontaneous! :)
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