Perma-Funks

I mess up. Sometimes it is big, but often it was small. So far no one has died, so I've got that going on for me, and that's pretty good. I try really hard to do exactly what I am supposed to and sometimes leave reminders on my phone or next to my computer. I set alarms so I don't forget things. I do double checks and triple checks that sometimes prove pointless. I wake up in the morning to a pep talk that promises that on that particular day I will focus harder, pay better attention, and just make better decisions (such as reading the book I'm supposed have read by the end of this month). I know what you are thinking..."c'mon Jamee, exaggerate much?!" But I am serious. I am really, really working on it. Today wasn't so bad, but I wonder--does anyone else have days that feel the same way? What do you do when you are in a perma-rut? Moving to Europe, where it is adorable to be a bumbling damsel, is out of the question. I don't have the money. So there goes one solution. I don't think they give lessons in capability, do they? Probably not. (Isn't it handy that I can come up with NON-solutions to this problem--yeah I didn't think so either!)
My sister has been experiencing a similar fate here lately as well. If something unlucky is going to happen, it will certainly happen to Sarah. And rest assured--I'm keeping my distance from the girl, lest it be contagious. You don't think Lysol works on bad luck do you? Probably not, but that was always my solution, as a kid,when she was sick. My sis is an uber-competant person who puts normal hard-working people to shame. She is the best of the best and even she has funky days. This is not good news for the goofballs of the world (aka: me). I wish I could say that I will overcome this someday with sheer will and sweat, but that is highly doubtful. I hate to sweat. I guess I am a work in progress. I'm still trying to stay one step ahead of my mess ups, and I think I am getting better at it. Here's to all you chronic forgetters and those who have lost their mojo (or never had it!). I understand you completely. If you need a helpful coping mechanism, ice cream helps. Come on over to my house, I have plenty to share--Chocolate of course.