by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
I always have the best of intentions. Especially to finish any job I start. I like all the I-s (that’s supposed to read “eyes”) dotted and the T-s crossed. So Thursday evening I told myself, “Don’t forget to write a blog for Saturday.”
I knew I was going to be out of town come Saturday morning, with limited Internet access.
Friday morning I said to myself, “Don’t forget to write a blog for tomorrow.”
And then I went and worked on the book for a while, ran an errand, packed a bag. Left some goodies out for the cat sitter. (Hey, he has to eat, while I’m gone, too!)
I did everything I needed to do—except write a blog post. And when I remembered, I was far away from home and with no Internet signal.
If this posts at all on Saturday, you’ll know I begged, borrowed or stole some Internet time somewhere to get a connection.
How do you feel when the best of intentions just isn’t good enough?