On Forgetfulness and General Annoyance


This morning I woke up early to go running. I'd set a goal of doing some sort of exercise for 20 minutes every day this week. I knew I wouldn't have time to go this evening, so I set my alarm early so I could get up and go running.

My alarm went of as planned; but instead of getting up, I lay in bed listening to Christmas songs on the radio. Finally I got up, annoyed with myself. I did stretch, do some push-ups, and leg lifts. But I was supposed to go running.

At least, I reasoned, trying to be positive, I have delicious leftovers for lunch today. See, last night a friend came over, and I had made a huge pot of taco soup. There were a ton of leftovers, and I was planning on bringing some to work today for her to eat too. 

I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when a horrible thought hit. I just knew I'd forgotten to put that pot of chicken, corn, beans, and cheese in the fridge before going to bed last night. I ran into the kitchen and frantically flipped on the light.

Sure enough, there was that big, red pot sitting on the stove where I'd left it. I can't chance eating spoiled chicken. There's cheese in there too. And corn and other veggies. It's ruined.

It's hard to have a positive attitude when things keep going wrong. I'll admit that both the whole not-getting-up thing and the forgetting-to-put-the-leftovers-in-the-fridge thing were my fault. But sometimes it's just easier to blame karma or bad luck. Mostly, though, I'm really, really annoyed with myself.

Here's to having a better afternoon.

UPDATE: Upon further reflection, I feel bad that my first December post is full of complaining and negativity. I should note that as of 12:13 p.m., my day has been better. Not great, but better. I have high hopes for this evening. A friend and I (not the same taco soup friend from last night) are going to a Christmas craft show. I'm hoping to find a few good gifts.

UPDATE UPDATE: The craft show was fun, and I did find the perfect gift for one of my friends. But mostly it was fun to hang out with my aforementioned non-taco-soup friend. It was a good night.