Disappointment

Yesterday was the first in the forty day challenge that I didn't post. I wish that I had been able to write and just didn't post...but that isn't the case. And, even though it shouldn't be any big deal...it really bugs me. My sweet husband says that it was a holiday, so I can have a hall pass. I say, I committed to something and didn't follow through and it bothers me. I don't even have some crazy St. Patrick's Day excuse? I sat down...TWICE...to write and just found nothing. So, I got up and promised I would come back later.
Because I haven't been sleeping...by the time later came...I was just finished. And, felt no inspiration at all to even fake something?

So, here I am. And it will be 39 instead of 40 consecutive days. And, in a whole lifetime of days....it isn't a big deal...I am simply disappointed. But I am also a realist. I don't really need any additional reason to find fault with me. So, I have to let it go. And, maybe I can write twice in the next few days to even it up? Or, I can roll with the punches and use it as an opportunity to be better? Better at forgiving....because I most certainly need to be better at that. Or find why exactly it is bugging me so much? It isn't that I am obsessive about schedules. I am not. I think it is more that I was doing something good....good for me at least...and skipping a day is a let down. For me. And, I really didn't need to look very hard to be let down by something that I have or haven't done. I can, and do that, very well on my own.

So, I am going to use the slip up as an opportunity. To be accountable. To be forgiving. To be OK with what life gives me. To be OK with all of it. And, to realize...each and every day is a new beginning. Each and every moment is a new beginning. Deep breath. Let it go.

I'll be back tomorrow.

TeeDubya. Out.