I had big plans yesterday. Big plans. Not big as in buy-a-new-car kind of stuff, but big as in knocking out high quantities of stuff on the to-do list. You see, I’d opted to work from home, which meant I wouldn’t have the constant drive-by visits from folks adding to the to-do list. I figured the quiet would let me get caught up. Right?
I got a visitor after all. My inner Flower Child.
It all started innocently enough. I’d already managed to knock out bunches of small stuff before I headed out for my early morning eye exam. I drove to the appointment super psyched because I knew I had an almost clean slate for a steady afternoon of writing without interruptions. I was gonna knock out a crazy word count. I just knew it.
I got to the doc’s office about fifteen minutes early, filled out my paperwork, and settled in to wait.
Well, you can imagine how good I am at sitting still. I whipped out the new iPad mini hubster got me for Christmas and used the time to thumb through my electronic to-be-read shelf…and stumbled onto one of those books.
Uh-huh. Book lovers everywhere know where this is going…
Flower Child Rhenna poked her head up from under her tie-died down comforter and shoved her hip-length blond hair out of her eyes. She pursed her lips, just enough of a grin in the movement to push my inner Drill Sergeant into evasive maneuvers. His shouts were loud enough to give me a headache.
“We’ve got things to do. Schedules to keep.”
“Focus on the list.”
“You want to keep up with that word count don’t you?”
“Pay no attention to her. You’ll end up a slacker.”
Bless his heart. For all his bluster and hunky muscle (‘cause you know damned well any drill sergeant in my head is gonna be hot), he lost the battle.
Yes, I got the basics done, but not one thing beyond what was absolutely critical. And guess who was up way to late last night with said book?
Yep…me and the Flower Child.
Am I upset? Well, not now. Yesterday was an exercise in self-bashing, but today I’ve had time to sleep on it and realize everyone needs a little time to goof off. The trick is sipping the stuff in moderation.
What steers you off the course of good intentions? Is there one behavior you have to monitor more closely than others to keep things from running off the rails? Or do you just go with the flow and trust the universe to keep you on track?