Those pesky “Good Intentions”

I think I’ve got a half dozen or so blog posts in draft form with subjects ranging from laundry to marriage.

My life seems so full of good intentions but lacks the follow up.  I *intend* to write more but I don’t.  I intend to read more,  but I don’t.  I intend to call that friend and go out and get some coffee, but I don’t.

I don’t want my life to be full of good intentions.  When I die, I don’t want people to say “she had good intentions.  Too bad she didn’t follow through.”.

I want to adapt and then embrace Yoda’s philosophy “Do or Do Not.  There is No Try”  would become “Do or Do Not there is no Intend”.

Somehow I think it relates to procrastination and maybe even laziness.   I put off doing those things I intend to do because other things come up or because I’m tired or because I’m waiting for a more perfect time.

Ah…. yes…. there it is…. perfectionist…. I intend to do it but I want to do it perfectly.   I intend to organize that closet but I don’t have time to do it perfectly.   I intend to call, just as soon as I have the perfect time slot in my schedule.

I better post this before it gets lost in “good intentions”.