Sometimes things don’t go to plan. I’ve experienced this countless times over the years and pretty much daily since having Naomi.
I had one thing I wanted to achieve yesterday. Just one. It was a simple task too. All I wanted to do was pack up some books to give to the local op shop. Our bookcase was overflowing with books stacked on top of one another and more books piling up next to the bookcase. It was time for a cull. I had planned to fill one green bag, just one, and put it in the car ready to drop off when I was next at the shops. I estimated that task would take about 15 minutes.
Fast forward to bed time, the green bag remained empty. At first I was disappointed at myself and started down a bit of a spiral – “I’m so disorganised” “I never get anything done” “I waste so much time in the day” – yes, for a minute I had a mini pity party. Then it dawned on me, although I didn’t get the one task done that I wanted to, I had achieved so much in the day. For me, being home with a young family means things don’t always go according to my plans. And that’s okay. Honestly, how bad was it that my books didn’t get pack up. Seems so silly to be upset about something so trivial as that. Even though the books remained unpacked I did manage to do some gardening, organise for an electrician to come next week, and do a few typical household jobs such as washing and folding. To be quite frank, some days just getting through the day in one piece feels like a mammoth accomplishment.
Thinking about what I completed I actually ended the day feeling pretty chuffed with myself. Instead of focusing on what I didn’t achieve, I focused on what I did achieve. And I felt so much better.
It is 100% okay when things don’t go according to plan. Reflect and refocus.