I am the Queen of Good Intentions.
There are 35 baby thank yous in my “project” bag; signed, sealed, but not addressed, even after I made the cutest stamps for them.
Our Christmas cards, the ones I was thrilled to have made for $4.90, are still sitting at the end of my bed… along with cards from 2009 and 2008. (Anybody still want one? )
Just today when my sister brought my girls home from an outing, she asked if I found the tape runners. Oh, yes… the tape runners! The ones I told her I would mail over a week ago so she could work on her son’s scrapbook album.
I won’t tell you how long it’s been since we wrote to Imon.
Sympathy cards, unsent.
Wooden letters (to spell out their names) for my children’s walls, unpainted.
Let’s not even discuss the kids’ scrapbooks!
I’m good with ideas. I usually know what needs to be done. It’s the execution that gets me every. single. time.
A couple weeks ago I was handed a great reminder. A little kick in the seat of the pants that reminded me it’s not the thought that counts. One day that week I saw a friend hurting. Never mind that I didn’t really see her, as she lives in another state, but I felt her pain via the amazing make-the-world-smaller tech tool that is skype. She was seriously sick with the flu. Her family, including her husband and all four children, were sick with the flu. They needed some help!
And so I did something. We did something.
We were unable to do for her exactly what we wanted to, but we did something. We weren’t able to “fix the problem” but we did something. We couldn’t make all her worries disappear, but we did something.
You know what? It felt good to do something, and not just think about it!
If I want to live intentionally this year, and oh, I really do, then I need to stop it with the thinking, planning, and list making and do something! I’m ready to resign my role as The Queen of Good Intentions, because really, it’s not the thought that counts.
The smallest deed is better than the greatest intention.