I was a complete slacker this weekend on the blog front. Hey, it was Easter weekend after all wasn’t it? Considering I had been looking forward to a three-day weekend so longingly, I was a bit disappointed. For starters, there wasn’t much going on. I had been fantasizing about activities in my head that I was going to partake in, none of which happened. Most friends were out of town visiting family, seeing the significant other, or working (shudder). This is a familiar scenario for me. Let me explain.

When there is a free day off of work, a party, an event, or anything that is particularly worthy of anticipating with excitement, it never seems to go as intended. This comes from building up expectations, in this weekend’s instance – a  three-day weekend non stop fun fest. When expectations fail to come to fruition, I end up feeling… blah. Every time this happens I recognize it immediately, nonetheless I continue to do it. Time after time I build it up.  Then, I started thinking about other little life lessons I never seem to learn from. Okay, more like lessons I do learn from but my brain chooses to perpetually ignore. Here are a few examples of this type of failing:

• When retrieving ice from my freezer to concoct a delicious beverage, I like to attempt grabbing the maximum number of cubes in one hand. Efficient right? Wrong. This always results in one or two of the cubes escaping my grip, therefore sealing their fate of shattering all over the kitchen floor. I am not exaggerating when I say this happens EVERY time.

• I am fervently typing away, perfecting my post for the day. I double-check all tags, punctuation, picture placement, you name it. Oh, except for the title. That’s not that important anyway, right? Obviously my brain doesn’t think so. At least not until the millisecond after I click publish… *Shit! No title again. Seriously Becca?*

• Then there is the classic. When there is a trip to be made to the grocery store, I often convince myself that I do not need to write a list. You know that one thing you specifically need and which is the entire reason you decided to go to the store in the first place? Yes, of course you do. You’ve got this. An hour later I’m beating my head against the shower wall when I realize I forgot that damn shampoo.

I am about one more broken ice cube away from leaving myself sticky notes with Homer Simpson’s “d’oh” face on them. One on the fridge, one on the lap top, one in my wallet. Repeat where necessary. What is your most frequent fail?

Tomorrow I think I’ll explore finances and traveling. My two favorite rivals.

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