That calendar in the hallway at work is talking to my soul again. This time it’s not shaming me – I actually agree with it. (See how fickle I am? When it’s bossing me around, I hate it. When I agree with it, it’s not bossy at all – it is wise, like me.)
This current round of hammering-it-into-the-ground advice-giving has to do with contentment. It says you should stop after an accomplishment to appreciate what you have just done – not rush onto the next thing. Savor life and all that. Yeah.
i like these calendar pages. They affirm me. I am heavily Type B. I can’t fathom how Type A’s function without having some sort of stroke. All that perfectionism and ‘goals’ and organization? I can sit back and appreciate an accomplishment all day long. Heck, i’ll write a post about it!
Then again, I am sure Type A’s can’t fathom how I can be content sitting on my sofa typing a post in a messy living room with a smelly cat leaning on me.
How Type B am I? So Type B that I’m pretty sure I have one of those calendar pages upstairs in my pants pocket (I put on my pajamas at 7), but I’m too lazy to go up and get it. There’s a cat on my lap, you might remember. I’ll look for it in the morning.