Lately, I have been getting very upset with myself so I am trying to practice asking the following questions:
Will this matter in 5 years? Will this matter in one year? Will this matter tomorrow?
The answer is always no.
Like when I misplaced Ina's Royals sweat-suit pants that match her jacket that she wore to her first game. I tore apart the whole house looking for them. We still can't find them.
Although she did look really cute in her jeans.
Or when last night, I made stir fry for dinner. It was ready and Dan wasn't home, so I put the pan on low with the lid on and went to read Ina some nursery rhymes. When Dan walked through the door he asked what was burning, and sure enough, the sauce I had made was a black tar at the bottom of the pan.
In case you are wondering, it takes a lot of soy sauce and sriracha to mask the flavor of "burnt."
Or when I hop / run down the stairs with my coffee cup in my hand and spill coffee on the stairs and myself. Then do the same exact thing the next day.
Grrrr! I get more mad at myself than I do anyone else, and even though I know that all of these are very minor, at the moment I want to scream.
Please tell me I am not alone. What do you do to forgive yourself?
This always makes me feel better.
After I completed the Fluidity video I was still feeling antsy, because I hadn't run since Sunday. So Ina and I went out for a slow 3 miles.
She loved it so much she fell asleep - holding her plastic keys.
Breakfast - overnight oats with bananas and leftover baklava filling
Lunch - greek taco filling, tzatziki, quinoa, and a cucumber.
Thought for the day