Dropping the ball

  The last couple months have been tough.  The Mrs. and I have have started a family business (it's really her show, but when a "family" business is running, it's all hands on deck!) and at any given time I have at minimum 6 projects happening at my job, plus all the day-to-day operations stuff that comes with managing a staff of 30...  Add on to that the usual household stuff like cleaning and laundry, cooking and dishes, etc.  When I can squeeze in the time I'm tending my garden (it's tiny but still time consuming) and slowly but surely trying to restore an old car of mine.  It seems like half the time I don't know if I'm coming or going. 
  The reason I'm writing all this is not because I'm griping or complaining, but because for all my best efforts a few things still fell through the cracks.  I guess it was inevitable that this would happen at some point or another, but it still stings when it happens. 
  Six months ago, this would have been a HUGE problem - it would have led to marital dischord, parked a huge black cloud hanging over everything and left me beating myself up for days on end over it.  But that was the old me.  Owning up to the mistakes and apologizing can do wonders... 
  Everyday I try to do my best.  Some days are great; others, not so much.  We all make mistakes, every single one of us.  The important thing is to use those mistakes as lessons and not let them drag down everything else you're working toward.  Pick yourself up, dust yourself off and move on with your life.  We need to remember that it's OK to forgive ourselves too. 

Thanks for reading,
~JL