The meeting was Thursday.
So I cut out
everything else I could
in between
to completely
f
o
c
u
s.
Yes,
I imposed the deadline on myself
and
maybe it was sort of subjective.
But the final dates for the project
are approaching quickly
and so much more
needs to happen
before then.
If I don’t set a solid deadline,
I can keep talking myself
out of it (again) because
I want everything
to be perfect.
It needs to be right
exact and
I want to be able to present my part
as done
set
printable
finished.
I know
that’s sort of unrealistic
as well as
not entirely logical, but
perfect
is the ideal.
After meticulous preparation
and refining the details
over
and
over
(again),
I finally
fell asleep.
Then in the middle of the night,
I woke up with a song in my head
I hadn’t heard in months,
with the chorus and title,
“Perfect by Thursday.”*
Even in my groggy
bleary
sleepy state,
I got it.
Touche.
I smiled,
looked up,
laughed,
and thought,
“Very funny, God.
You really do have a good sense of humor.”
He also had a point.
I mean, He’s God, so sure.
But I actually
got
it.
It was not going to be perfect.
Not yet at least,
and definitely
not by Thursday.
It wasn’t all up to me
or my timing.
He is ultimately in charge
of it all.
<Idiot smack in the forehead.>
It still isn't finished.
It’s not 100%.
But the work
has been worth it,
and it is a lot closer.
And I guess
as far as the big picture goes,
it is only Thursday.
*"Perfect by Thursday" by Kendall Payne, ©1999