Never put off until tomorrow what can be done today. Remember that saying? At least that’s how I learned the expression, I’m sure there are many variations. I’m also sure the voice in my head is not my mother’s voice. She would get mad at me for being too clean and too fussy. My favorite Mom saying: “Who do you think is coming to visit, the Queen of England?” Or my second favorite: “Okay Miss Hospital Corners.” That was because I’d been trained as a registered nurse. I could make a perfectly mitered corner on a bed. Your feet might end up with no circulation, but that bed, perfection.
Maybe the voice in my head, the one that urges me to keep working is from a past teacher. Not too sure, but all I know is I have lived by those words and often suffered. Take last Friday as an example. I knew I was driving up to Los Angeles on Saturday. It’s a two and a half hour drive in perfect conditions.
So why did I clean the entire house on Friday? (I’m hearing mutterings of OCD.) Ha ha.
Well, for one thing, once I started I couldn’t stop. For another, I love to come home to a clean house. I did the dusting, the vacuuming, washed all the tile floors, and cleaned the kitchen and the bathrooms, and it felt good doing the work. Somewhere around 3pm I stopped for lunch and found I could barely walk. My right knee was screaming at me. I think it was saying why couldn’t you have left some of this for another day? Why?
So I got out an ice wrap and wrapped the knee and went to the computer for a break. Then I rubbed the muscles around the knee with Aspercreme. Throughout the afternoon I continued to ice the leg, and alternated elevating it and sitting very upright, to stretching out on the couch and watching the telly. By evening I figured I might be able to do the drive in the morning. If the knee didn’t freeze up on me overnight.
Please ignore the chubby thighs. Oh, and I did make it to the meeting and heard the lovely Erin Reel, Literary Coach and Publishing Consultant, give an interesting talk about blogging. The knee pain was superseded by an allergy attack, hayfever and weeping right eye. I’m not sure why but at least I forgot about the painful knee.
I learned a lot from Ms. Reel. And I still had the audacity to publish this post. Now that’s chutzpah. Ha ha.
So tell me, do you have moments of temporary insanity like this? Where you take on more than you should, know you are doing so, but continue anyway? Are you ever happy enough to say it’s good enough and be joyous about whatever you’ve accomplished?