Expectation: On my day off, I’m going to take the time to make a clean, healthy lunch.
Reality: On my day off, I took the time to make a clean, healthy lunch. Followed up with M&Ms for dessert.
Expectation: My mom will go to the grave having never worked out a day in her life.
Reality: My mom has started fitness routine and on Tuesday, we went to the gym together for the first time EVER. I’m so proud I could burst.
She’s so cute I can’t even handle it. (She’s upset her hair and make-up aren’t done.)
Expectation: Driving to class will take me exactly two hours, as it normally does.
Reality: Driving to class took three and a half hours, I was late, and as a result I wanted to hurl myself from a tall building.
Expectation: I will hate my current wardrobe for the rest of time (you know the feeling.)
Reality: My mom took my shopping on Tuesday and bought me several new things, thus making my life exponentially better!
Expectation: I will do yoga 5 times this week.
Expectation: Wednesday will be the worst day ever. I have to give two trainings in Norfolk to a crowd of approximately 150 people. I will be the first person to literally die from death by public speaking.
Reality: FUCKING NAILED IT.
My colleague sent me a picture of this evaluation – made my day.
Sometimes things work the way I planned, and sometimes they don’t. I guess that’s how this whole “life” thing works, huh? 😉