I was chatting to my homey Erica recently about making changes. Every so often I get to a stage where I think: yup, things have got to change. I’m full of enthusiasm for a few days and then it tails off. Current moans include:
Organisation. We can’t seem to get out the door in the mornings on time without forgotten ID cards, missing ties and the wrong books. Birthdays have been missed, essential supplies have run out and appointments have been forgotten.
Housework (especially ironing) getting on top of me (not literally ahaha).
Letting other people bring me down.
Feeling guilty about saying no (or just not saying it when I know I should), especially work wise.
Getting too involved in the boys’ lives and, hence, worrying too much.
Crap time management: spending far too much time on Twitter and checking emails.
Not having enough self confidence generally.
The self confidence thing is ridiculous. I have lovely friends who would definitely tell me if I was being a knob, so I’m pretty sure I’m not one, but still I worry incessantly about saying/doing the wrong thing, whether I’ve upset people and about what people think of me. I know, deep down, that I shouldn’t care. But I can’t stop myself. Erica said she’d learned to ’embrace my weirdness’, which I think is fab. After all, if you can’t love you, how do you expect anyone else to?
So what do you reckon, then? How do you have a sort out when things are all at sea? I feel like I need to set myself some ‘rules’, but I’m not even sure what they should be, apart from:
1. Embrace my inner weirdo