Sunday, November 2, 2014

Crash and Burn

So...about those 31 days...yeah, I didn't keep up.  It is ironic, isn't it?  A series about being consistent  - and I was inconsistent.  I kind of predicted it, didn't I?

I have been thinking a lot lately about why I am inconsistent.  Not beating myself up about it, just trying to really look at the why's.  This is what I came up with:

Number one: I have a lot on my plate.  And so do a lot of other people I know who also tell me they are inconsistent about exercise, meal planning, getting up early, or the likes.

Number two:  I set goals that are too lofty.  At least they are too lofty for this time in my life.  Blogging once or twice a week probably would have worked.  But, every day?  It is just unrealistic now.  Possibly, yes.  But not probably.

Number three: I put off what I can't do perfectly.  I have been kind of avoiding this blog because I want it to be better.  I don't like the way it reads as "look at this wonderful life, praise Jesus!"  I want to write about the more complicated, nuanced, realness of this life, but I just don't have the time or energy or the quiet to write about anything that takes deep thought.  So I revert to a pretty shallow style. The perfectionist in me hates this.  Hates putting anything out there that I am not 100% proud of.

But, I am trying to fight against this instinct, and remind myself why I am writing.  Not to impress anyone.  Not to win awards.  But simply so my family will have a written account of our life together and my thoughts, however basic, about it.  Also, I hope that perhaps I might connect with other people out there through this blog.

So, I will continue to post here -- imperfectly and inconsistently.  With the hope that doing something is better than planning to do something perfectly and never doing it.