I am going to start this my changing the title to, "Something I don't like about myself." I really don't like the word HATE. I am working hard to wean its use from my vocabulary because I don't want my kids to use it except in extreme cases. Because HATE is a word reflecting extreme emotion. And I don't HATE myself :)
I don't like many things about myself.
I am a procrastinator. Especially when it comes to packing. Ooh, I hate packing.
Even though I have great aspirations, I am not very organized with paperwork (especially at home). Ugh.
I have great ideas, but I don't follow through very well. (I share this trait with my dad.)
I lack focus and can be easily distracted.
I am not good at keeping in touch with people I love. (I am sorry, Aunt Shirley.)
I don't "play" enough. (I am sorry, my sweet boys.)
I am overweight and I am getting gray hairs and wrinkles and I don't feel very attractive. (I am sorry, Jason.)
I have lost control of my personal finance. (This one keeps me awake nights.)
I have lost inspiration to cook. (Thank goodness Jason has stepped up lately.)
I have failed when it comes to teaching my two younger sons how to sleep well.
I am a pack rat.
Wow, the list goes on and on, doesn't it? Was this exercise supposed to make me feel like crap? No, I think it just makes me aware of my shortcomings. I should try to change the things I can and embrace (or learn to live with) the things I cannot or choose not to change.
Boy, I need Day Two of this challenge. Even though I don't think I could write to it just now. I feel kind of like you do when you rip a band-aid off really quickly. Ouchie.
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