Trying to do too much

In true Elise form, I’ve taken on wayyyyy too much and my perfectionist overachieving ways have made my life more miserable than had I just settled accepted where my limits are.  The simplest (and least important) example is the 4 drafts I have partially written in my blog’s dashboard.  I also have a baking/cooking to do list that’s obscenely unnecessary, for which I’ve purchased all the ingredients.  So now, as long as they sit there taunting me, I will feel like a failure until I deal with them.  “Deal with them” being the key part of that sentence.  What should be a fun thing (I looooove picking out recipes and being in the kitchen) has morphed into an obligation that I resent setting for myself.  And this is just a small taste of what I do to myself.  I seriously have a problem.  Thank goodness Kyle is a saint and can get my head back on straight (most of the time).

SO.  We have a block party this weekend.  I made two recipes to bring and both suck.  Hard.  I don’t have a plan C but I’m just going to sit and watch football and enjoy this scene while I brainstorm.