I missed it yesterday, and I am fine with it.
I let time get away from me and dropped the ball on getting a Positive Moment written and posted before I left the office for some personal time. I tried to set a trap for myself, and it did not work, and the material was not written. I failed.
But so, what if I failed at being perfect at writing this missive every weekday as I had hoped. No one’s life was ruined or even remotely impacted. The world kept spinning and I managed to wake up this morning ready to start the streak of consecutive days of writing all over again. One failure, or even two or three failures does not diminish from the excellent efforts we make at doing our best. At this point I have written about 27 out of 30 weekdays, which in my mind is still an excellent performance. Over my 64 plus years on this planet one thing I learned the hard way was to not worry about perfection but to be all on excellent. Once I learned that lesson it became much easier to live with myself and avoid the slumps that self-flagellation can create. No more beating myself up for not scoring 100 on every test or answering every question on Jeopardy or not clearing a log on my mountain bike. I will not lose sleep because things were not perfect.
I appreciate each and everyone of you that takes the time to read these little essays, and today my hope is that this pandemic stuff taught us not to sweat the small stuff and to give yourself permission to be less than perfect. Stuff happens, and we can all feel good about managing things excellently, even if some things did not turn out perfectly.