Where did my ambition go? Somewhere that is not here, for sure. I started the summer with a list of projects and plans that I was determined to get done. We're now three weeks from the start of school, and I'm over it all.
Maybe it's pregnancy exhaustion. Maybe the craziness of last month sapped my energy. Maybe I'm just lazy. Maybe I not off more than I could chew. The fact remains that I got very little done, and I'm cranky and annoyed and frustrated. I feel like I failed at something.
I realize this feeling is silly and doesn't help get anything done. I need to forgive myself, but more importantly, I need to start making more realistic goals. I don't need to be Wonder Woman all the time. It's not good for me, and it gives everyone around me permission to ask too much of me.
I'm making a mid-year resolution, right now. I will be kinder to myself. I will be more reasonable when I set expectations, and I will honor my own accomplishments rather than berating myself.