When I was a kid, I liked food a lot. (I know a few of you are thinking, uh, what's changed? GOOD POINT, YOU.) My dad used to regularly say that my eyes were bigger than my stomach. At the time I didn't get his joke, but I did get his love for donuts. Irony!
Anyway, my eyes really are bigger than my stomach and not just at meals. I take on more than I can handle a lot. I make more plans than there are days in the week. I meal plan for days I won't be home. I make loads of promises because I have every intention of keeping them. But, then, reality sets in and I get tired.
I also forget.
A lot.
I don't make the cupcakes I said I would make, I cancel dinner plans because I'm exhausted and overwhelmed even though dinners out always sound fun, I don't get around to sending a care package I wrote on my to-do list to send six months ago.
I'm not proud of this quality, but there it is. Hating it doesn't make it not true. Kind of like taxes or Nickleback.
So, there you have it, I'm a Chronic Canceler.
Not just with friends and family, either (although, sorry friends and family, truly). I cancel my own plans too often. Because I can get really lazy. Because I get nervous about new things. Because I suck sometimes. Because I have an unrealistic grasp on my ability to manage time.
I want to be a person of my word because I think that's one thing we (humans) kind of collectively suck at: saying something and doing it or not saying something if we know we can't do it. You know, owning our words. Being trustworthy. Yada yada.
So, yeah, I want to be better at this. I want to do what I say I'm going to do. I want to be accountable.
I also really want a donut now.