Promises

My dad always says keep the promises that you have made to others. And it always used to be a big thing at home, if you tell someone that you would do something, be some where etc, then do that and be there….

Dad, as usual, was right most of the time. But for me, worse still are the promises that you make to yourself and then disregard them. I promise to be a better person every single day and I do mean every single day! Every morning I wake up to the promise of getting accomplished a lot of things and by the end of the day, however, things really look different and I am yet again promising myself a better tomorrow. I have come to hate this nature of mine.

My pet peeves are wasting time reading blogs and never ending surfing. DH says that when he got married to me, he never bargained for a wife with a laptop hung around her neck. Poor DH.

Though I lament so much about this, there are those occasional super organised, much accomplished days. But they are quite infrequent and one that makes me wonder why some days are better than others.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t get depressed about it. Only weak people get depressed, strong people (like me) get contemplative and that’s me to the core. I need my answers and I need my answers after a slow and deliberate analysis of the entire situation.

For the time being though, I am in an over active drive and intend to complete my entire to-do list for the day!!