Change Your Life Challenge Day 10

Ok, ok, ok… I bought this program last July thinking it would revolutionize my world, but alas, I didn’t finish it.  So at the start of this new year, I picked it up again.  Maybe if I write about it, I will be more motivated to finish it. 

Today I have a little quiz to go through to see how I am doing.  I am trying hard not to beat myself up because although I started this program for the second time on January, 4th, although it is true that it is now January 17th, the fact that I am on day 10 doesn’t quite add up.  But, on the same token I am still plugging away and I am not too far off.  The program does allow for weekends off. 

So how did I do on my quiz?  I got 6 points out of a possible 8.  Hmmm.  75%.  Not so hot.  Today is all about procrastination and that may as well be my middle name.  What is wrong with that last 25% of me who refuses to commit, who rebels against authority, who won’t write her nightly reflections?  I think there is a little voice inside me that is telling me that I may not be happy with who I am now, but what if I finish something and find that it too doesn’t meet my expectations.  I have one reason for my PROCRASTINATION:  I am a perfectionist.  I am going to lay it all out here on the line, here goes:

Reasons I procrastinate:

My number one reason for procrastinating is that I have a Martha Stewart mindset and I live in an ordinary world.  I am a perfectionist.  Most people who hear me say that would laugh.  But it is my number one hindrance.  I have difficulty getting over myself.  If I cannot do something the way I have it played out in my head, then I cannot do it at all.   My perfectionism keeps me from scrap-booking, quilting, writing, cooking, cleaning, shopping, decorating I could go on and on and on.  It keeps me from enjoying life because when I do do something it is all thrown together at the last minute because I have procrastinated, waiting for the sun, moon and stars to come into alignment to get that “something” done perfectly. 

My solution is two part.  First I need to retrain myself.  I have been living like this for the past twenty years and now I think I have become accustomed to the reactions produced by my system, the rush that the stress of getting something done at the last minute causes.  I will do this by sticking to my three action items and by making these items things that are attainable in my daily life.  Not things that would require a superhero to get done in a day.  I will feel good about myself for accomplishing even those three things daily, because they will be totally completed.  I will build from there and I will be patient with myself.  Rome wasn’t built in a day. 

I need to find a mantra to use to get myself refocused and back on track and I need to take 10 minutes absolutely to myself to regroup and refocus.  This is something that will make me a better, person, wife and mother.  I need to accept the fact that my quirks make me who I am.  I will never be Martha Stewart and down deep I wouldn’t want to be.  But I do want to be a better new improved version of me.  I can be that. 

All I can think of is some country song where Brad Paisley is talking about his wife trying to be perfect and how boring that would be.  Maybe I will sing that to myself every time I am feeling frazzled.  Or maybe the Laurie Berkner song that my kids listen to on Noggin, “I’m not perfect, no I am not.  I’m not perfect, but I like what I’ve got, I do my very best, I do my very best, I do very best each day.  But I am’ not perfect, and you know I like it that way.”  See… now I am looking for the perfect mantra.  So it will be, “I would rather be human than perfect.”

I’ve thought about all my other reasons for procrastinating, but they all come back to this.  I am trying to be a perfect mother, wife, woman, sister, daughter, step-mother.  It is my inability to see that being perfect is unattainable, but being a good mother isn’t.  So here is my story.  I am not perfect and that is okay.  I would rather be good at a bunch of things then try to be perfect at one. 

Go Me!

Starting again

It is Monday again.  Mondays start out for me full of stress.  My 3 year old son was born with a cleft-lip.  Totally unexpected, he hid his face in all of his ultrasounds, but as a family, we have dealt with it rather well.  He has had two operations to repair the lip and will be looking at a couple more in the future.  One of those will deal with him being hospitalized for surgery which will consist of a bone graft. The specialists all tell me that of all the surgeries he has had or will have, this one will be the easiest.  I get the willies just thinking about it.  He had both of his previous surgeries before he could walk or talk.  He doesn’t even remember them.  This next one between the ages of 6 and 9 he will remember.  I am not looking forward to it. 

Anyway, here at the house, Monday means that the speech therapist will be coming.  Which means that I have oodles of Thomas the Train crap stuff and dinosaurs to pick up in the living room so that there will be at least one clean room in which to host the ST.  Stressor number two is getting the living room to stay cleaned up until the ST gets here.  Stressor number three is knowing that this Monday in particular is the one is which I have chosen to take my life back.  I have spent four years just ambling through doing whatever.  Taking care of my kids, but not myself.  What has that lead to?  Me being overweight, miserable and moody.  So, my journey to myself begins.  I think that I am so afraid of what I might find that I have been putting it off.  That and the thought of exercising makes me tired.  So, that $600.00 catch all in my room a.k.a. the treadmill, will be used. Okay yeah, right now it is being used, to hold wet towels after a shower and the yoga brick and mat I bought five months ago and have used three times.  I will get myself on there today.  But it will have to be after I go buy some new shoelaces for my sneakers.  What happened to the shoelaces you might ask?  That is another story. 

Hello World

This is a little intimidating.  staring at a blank computer screen is a little bit worse than staring at a blank piece of paper.  I should say a little about myself, wait my 4 year old is coughing up a lung.  Okay crisis averted, he was teasing the cat.  Okay, so I am a mother, wait my 3 year old is trying to get my attention.  It never seems to amaze me how many times in a row he can say mom, mommy, momma.  Which is his latest and greatest way of addressing me.  Okay I live in Maine with two kiddos (full time), one step-kiddo (part time), one husband, one dog, and three cats.  I am a non-functioning perfectionist.  I quilt, I read and the better part of my day is spent saying, “Because I said so…”.  Obviously, my kiddos haven’t caught on to the fact that I do rule the world.  (At least the little world they revolve around in.)

My husband is a carpenter that just ventured out on his own and I keep the books for his company.  I keep them on my desk under a pile paperwork I haven’t filed yet.  I can’t find the pen I used to write on the file folders I have already created and God forbid the tabs have different color ink on them.  That goes back to me being a non-functioning perfectionist.  I am off the run errands now so we’ll see how this goes as I journey through life at an anonymous pace. 

I’ll check in later, when my brain has had a bit more coffee.