Saturday, May 15, 2010

A trail of things left undone

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?
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