I always try hard, but sometimes I attempt to do the impossible and come up short.
I’m not superwoman.
I’m a regular person who sometimes piles too much on my plate. Occasionally, I forget that you don’t need to do everything at once. You can dole it over time. There is a smorgasbord of delights, waiting for your order day and night.
I’ve been trying to set weekly goals for myself, which is unchartered territory for me. I wasn’t running around willy nilly before, but I never wrote out my weekly goals with the intent of having other people hold me accountable to them. Previously, I could procrastinate guilt-free.
Now that I’m setting weekly goals (and surprisingly enjoying doing it), I take too much on. Instead of committing to one to three goals, I commit to ten or more.
You can imagine the results.
I felt miserable when I didn’t complete all my goals, not recognizing that I set myself up to fail. This went on for several weeks while I picked at the wound of my short-comings relentlessly.
Finally I had the good sense to step back and realize my impatience to achieve my goals pushed me to overcommit. In reality, I moved slower by putting so much on my plate.
It’s okay if I don’t commit to 101 things per week. In fact, it’s better if I focus on a few things that really matter and do those exceeding well.
My goals are now manageable, and I take great pride in meeting them week after week. Habits change over time, but rarely do they stick if you try to force change all at once.
Most importantly, I don’t beat myself up for trying to be superwoman. After all, I’m only human.