A Wren Says

The socks are thrown in the draw, in singles instead of properly coupled with their mate. The broccoli is cooked in a steamer bag, instead of tossed with oil and seasoning and then baked at 450 degrees. The hair washed and then conditioned for 1 minute instead of undergoing a deep condition and steam treatment. And was that actually a workout? The tasks were done, not particularly well, but at least they were done. Finally.

My word for this year is imperfection. I am giving myself permission to put in half-hearted efforts in the pursuit of putting in effort at all. I want to get more things done and be more consistent. For me that means letting myself do things in a suboptimal way. Perhaps, a mistake or more will be made. But I would rather be imperfect instead of paralyzed by overwhelm on the couch, listing all the things I should be doing. I am not aiming for 100% effort anymore. I’m just trying to pass.

And I’m sure could find a better way to end this, but this will do for now.