Mind you, I love my job. I actually do a relatively varied set of tasks across a relatively diverse set of projects, with co-workers that I really respect, for an organization that I truly believe does some really valuable work for a huge number of communities.
The problem is that sometimes, I suck at it.
My mother and I have a lot in common - like being entirely too self-critical. Like, thinking very highly of our own potential, and thinking very absolutely about failure and success. Something we don't have in common: I am ruthlessly efficient, to the detriment of my accuracy. She is efficient, but without the ruthlessness, and with more accuracy. I love my mom for instilling these priorities within me, and the desire to be the best we can be... but accepting that my best is not perfection is a different story!
So, while I spent a good portion of my day yesterday feeling down on myself for making so many little mistakes (Yes, I got the date wrong on a contract again), no one else batted an eyelash. Thank goodness that my evening's plans involved acupuncture with Kaz (which resulted in slight bleeding from my third eye... a portent sign I would say!), and the first in a series of semi-private bellydance lessons organized by my holistic-healing, rickshaw-driving friend Tracia. I'm teaching a group of fabulous beginning-ish ladies who don't have anything in common, yet, beside friendship with Tracia, and now BELLYDANCE.
Things turned around for me when I realized I'd be spending every Thursday evening in June half-naked and dancing with five amazing women in a beautiful, herbalicious back yard garden.
So for the rest of my weekend...
Kick-off Silent Dance Party at the "Witch's House" tonight!
Polarity, also tonight!
World Naked Bike Ride Saturday night!
Silent Dance Afterparty Saturday night!