I could use this hanging in front of my face sometimes. I am a perfection junkie. I’m also a rampant overachiever. It’s not a wonderful combo. The only time I have a hard time not whirling myself into an anxious, project-ridden tizzy is the beginning of summer and the beginning of a relationship.
I am no longer experiencing either. Gone are the days of clock-watching just so I could sneak out a few minutes early and get a little sun on my face or catch a baseball game with my other half. My skin is plenty sun-kissed and I’m lucky if J and I catch each other for long enough to eat dinner together, much less nine innings.
So here is my short list of things to do in the next two months:
1. Go on a vacation. Not a trip, a vacation.
2. Have a least two, real dates with J a month. As in cell phones’ off, dogs at home, et cetera.
3. Finish the stack of books on my bedside table.