I usually run around my life worrying or fretting that I didn’t do everything I ought to have done. It wastes a lot of my energy. It burns my telomeres. It keeps me awake at night and has literally caused my stomach to burn in the past.
Betcha didn’t know I was so neurotic.
Alas.
So I see last night’s slip to record a post as growth. Or rather my reaction to it as growth. I didn’t fret about it or put it off to do it later. It simply slipped my mind. I just forgot, completely and without regret. When I woke up to realize the night had passed without an entry, instead of tossing and turning, I rolled over. Normally I would have snarked something to myself, commenting on my {terrible} character as though forgetting to do something, or failing to do something, or just failing, was this huge crisis. But, dear lord, I need to cut myself a break {sometimes}.