It’s January 2nd, and halfway through today I realized I was being a slacker.
I started to feel badly about it, and when I got home I told Tee about it and asked her if I was a bad person for slacking off. “That wasn’t one of your resolutions,” she said.
BEST RESPONSE EVER.
Making resolutions is always tricky territory for me, because it triggers my perfectionism. I start to think that 2018 is the year when I’ll be absolutely perfect in every way. It bummed me out to think that I was failing on day two.
BUT I WASN’T FAILING. Because my intention for 2018 was not to be perfect, or to stop occasionally slacking off. It was about self-care, writing, being intentional, and meditating. THAT’S IT.
A radical act of self-care for me at this moment would be accepting that in 2018, I will be a little bit of a slacker, because there is a long list of things that need to get done and a limited amount of space on that list for high-priority tasks. When I set priorities, I inevitably decide that some things in my life are going to get less attention than others.
So, cheers to being kind of a slacker. Here’s hoping I can do so WITHOUT guilt and WITH some healthy self-acceptance.