It's awfully ironic that I'm forced to write this post after yesterday's. It would be hilarious if it wasn't happening to me.
My mom had to go to the hospital today. I spent over 7 hours there and that isn't including the doctor's visit before hand, the stop at the restaurant with my mom, or getting ready to go. All-in-all, it has been an extraordinarily unproductive day, and an exhausting one to boot. I'm about to go to sleep after one giant day of fail.
And my poor mom. She's got to be miserable. I would be, if I'd been to the hospital as many times as she has been. To be sticked, prodded, and examined repeatedly sounds (and looks) like hell. Talk about an annoying, unproductive day.
To be honest, I don't feel like I wasted my day. My mom needed to go to the hospital and find out if there is anything wrong with her heart. I needed to be there with her and make sure everything went okay.
I'm not ashamed of that.
But I refuse to let a day of not reaching my goals lead to more days like this. So thinking on this day as good data for future planning is useful. Of course, I have to face the fact that days of failure will come regardless of how much or well I plan.
It's a life of failure that is unacceptable.
- Didn't do my routine at all.
- Wrote in my journal and kept on budget. Did not write a poem.
- Posted on my blog.
- Made my bed.
- Did not stay on my diet.
- Didn't cook anything.