I got up to the building about 1030 this morning with every intention of making the hour and 45 minutes of time count before I had to help Eric open up the parking lot. I have a to-do list that keeps growing so I thought I'd knock some of it out since I had a little time. I had planned on finishing the rough draft of my newsletter article that is due on Monday. Well, I checked my email then logged into Facebook. It was all down hill from there. The community and I have known about the newspaper article due date for at least 3 weeks. I started writing it 3 weeks ago thinking I was going to get it done and be done with it. Well, it's now sitting at the bottom of my computer screen as I'm typing this blog post and I'm hoping it finishes writing itself. I also have been putting off cleaning my room, cleaning my bathroom, writing letters, calling people back, and making sure the first aid kits are updated. The only reason my laundry gets done is because I run out of clean clothes and I'm not allowed to show up to work naked (luckily I don't have to many so I'm forced to stay on top of it). I have also been telling myself that I need to go to Confession every Saturday morning for 2 months only to wake up and tell myself that I can go next week. Why do I keep putting things off until the last minute? Sometimes I feel like I don't do a lot of anything, but I can account for little things that get done that were not on my to-do list. Today I did do a little research on two senior living places, helped open up the parking lot, hosted 35 people in the clothing closet, dropped Alicia off at the men's transitional house, uploaded pictures onto Facebook, and wrote this blog. None of it was on my to-do list, but my day wasn't a complete bust. I guess we shouldn't be so hard on ourselves for not accomplishing what is written on a list, but celebrate the things that we do get done. Maybe I'll add a half hour of 'do nothing' to my to-do list from now on just so I feel like I accomplished something.
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