The first year my blog over at Someday Box was live, I posted whenever I felt like it, when something special was going on. When I realized the work I do with Someday Box was our future, I started posting daily.
Except last week.
I’ve been kicking myself for only posting 4 times in 9 or 10 days. Kicking oneself is counter-productive. I cannot move forward while looking backward.
When I miss a day, it’s missed. Folks who come here a month from now won’t notice that I missed posting last week. If the show up at Someday Box they won’t see that all the posts aren’t precisely sequential (except in cases where, like a host asking their guests not to notice the mess, I point it out.)
It’s a holdover from my old life, this need to leave a flawless wake as I sail on. It serves no purpose beyond the lessons I learn about planning ahead; for instance, Best Beloved is scheduling time for me to dictate a week’s Someday Box posts in advance so they can be nearly done instead of nonexistent when I sit down to post.
When the lesson is learned, guilt or remorse or regret serves no further purpose.