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Today i procrastinated on card writing. I know some of what is going on is that i don't know how to find "good enough" in correspondence. My sister and i chatted a bit this morning about perfectionism, and we bemoaned how there isn't a good word to oppose "perfectionist." I was surprised when she named the same root i had used in my journaling just minutes before she called: acceptance. Could we quit being perfectionists and become acceptingists? I have made some strides in some areas, recognizing "that's enough" but in some ways i am just willfully disregarding the perfectionist voice. The perfectionist is still there, still nagging, and that is an energy drain.
I spent some time before and after chatting with L going over those wishes and refining them. ( refinements )
The day moved on pretty quickly. We ended up passing on almost all traditions. We were not awake at midnight, and we didn't go see a movie at all. We pondered the romantic comedy in the theaters with Jack Nicholson, but just couldn't bestir ourselves. No black-eyed peas, no collards. Christine's made cornbread three times in the past week: two for the folks staying at the Meetinghouse and one for us with lots of apple sauce. (Yankee cornbread, i swear.) I had leftover 17 bean stew, and Christine celebrated with one of her most favorite of meals: pizza. I even had a few slices, what with it being a holiday.
I did use my card-writing procrastination as a force for good: i've filed for the flexible spending funds remaining in the account, registered for the Quaker LGBTQ conference in February, and sorted out a few more stashes of paper work. I was a bit aghast to find some stashes untouched since sorting them on vacation in early June. Sort and file and recycle: i am delighted that something is holding back the sense of being overwhelmed which could be so easily triggered by finding such stashes.
I did chat briefly with Grandmámá, and had a longer chat with DE. I'll be giving her a ride tomorrow. I am worried though: i'm now on two clearness committees *and* i'm opening the meetinghouse every Friday night. Oh, blondie, you've gone and overcommitted yourself!
I spent some time before and after chatting with L going over those wishes and refining them. ( refinements )
The day moved on pretty quickly. We ended up passing on almost all traditions. We were not awake at midnight, and we didn't go see a movie at all. We pondered the romantic comedy in the theaters with Jack Nicholson, but just couldn't bestir ourselves. No black-eyed peas, no collards. Christine's made cornbread three times in the past week: two for the folks staying at the Meetinghouse and one for us with lots of apple sauce. (Yankee cornbread, i swear.) I had leftover 17 bean stew, and Christine celebrated with one of her most favorite of meals: pizza. I even had a few slices, what with it being a holiday.
I did use my card-writing procrastination as a force for good: i've filed for the flexible spending funds remaining in the account, registered for the Quaker LGBTQ conference in February, and sorted out a few more stashes of paper work. I was a bit aghast to find some stashes untouched since sorting them on vacation in early June. Sort and file and recycle: i am delighted that something is holding back the sense of being overwhelmed which could be so easily triggered by finding such stashes.
I did chat briefly with Grandmámá, and had a longer chat with DE. I'll be giving her a ride tomorrow. I am worried though: i'm now on two clearness committees *and* i'm opening the meetinghouse every Friday night. Oh, blondie, you've gone and overcommitted yourself!
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