A few years ago I was in the car with Lori. As we listened to a radio ad for the local "MS Challenge Walk", I remarked, "You know, that really isn't the MS Challenge Walk. The MS Challenge Walk is me getting to the grocery store and back." That was still in my mind this year when I decided that next year, for my 5th MS anniversary, I'd like to participate in my local MS ride, biking 50 miles a day for 3 days. (I can currently do a 10-mile loop in the morning and still get through the day; 15 and I have to take a nap later). This summer I'm in training.
Goals are good. They keep me from being a couch potato. Sometimes I give myself an "impossible" goal (such as last year's goal of playing the 1st violin part to the Nutcracker, which I still kind of can't believe I accomplished), just to give myself a kick in the pants.
I really need some boundaries, though. Last weekend my dad delivered the "ugly table" (my grandmother's, and less ugly than I remembered) to my house. I set it up in the kitchen, where it made the window look so good that I had to immediately take down the ugly blinds which made me think that now I need to sew a curtain. And then the kitchen looked so nice that I needed to completely clean the bathroom and pressure-wash the front porch and repaint it and...you see the problem. Somebody stop me! If I hadn't had to go help E. move to Cape Elizabeth, (now I have a nice sunburn on one arm), I would have been sucked into the Black Hole of Home Improvement.
Boundaries. Yeah, I need more of those.