I Was Going To Do That Someday…

By Karine “Yes, I Am Speaking At PlannerCon” Tovmassian

February 2017

There ought to be a day designated for planning. We ought to have a “Sumday”; a day between Saturday and Sunday where we can stretch our legs out onto a comfy sitting chair, gather our colorful accoutrement and gaze carelessly out the window of our pansied garden whilst fairies prance around daintily sprinkling their fairy dust over mossy knolls.

Well, that aint’ happenin’! So suck it up, buttercup!

Time to get your planning gears in motion and get it done before the wee hours of the new week start tugging at your precious, unsullied spacial medium known as the “white space” in your planner.

“Hello, my name is Karine Tovmassian and I am addicted to last minute planning.”

“Hello, Karine.”

Anyone else find the last moments of your “off days” to be filled with angst and hair pulling at the thought of having to have it all written out before the work days cycle in again? Fear not. I have a solution.

Are you ready? It comes in the form of a quote. I don’t know who said it so naturally, I will take credit for it. Here it is: Perfectionism is a form of self-abuse

What?! Yeah! There it is. That anxiety of having to have it all perfectly ready, that feeling of not having caught up to future moments infringing on your zen, that ugly sinking feeling of being behind on next week before it has even started. Stop that sh!t right now.

Part of my first-class lifestyle is the deliberate choice to choose things that align with my personal statement of “feeling at grace and ease” with my life. The anxiety and rushed sense of not being good enough along with the hurried pace of “get it done,” do nothing to align themselves with my personal mission statement.

Therefore, no. But listen to that “no.” It’s not a “NO!” It’s a “no.” There is a neutrality to it that allows for the grace and ease of movement to take their seats in my heart. It’s a deliberate curation of my life to insist on one choice over the other. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It can be delayed. I don’t have to know it all. I can always turn around and say “I don’t know” and the world will not come to grinding halt because well, I’m just not that important. I don’t mean that in a self-deprecating way either. It’s ok to let the ocean wave carry you sometimes. That’s why it’s there. Every day, you are out there, training, swimming, fighting the battering waves. Why can’t today be the day you lay back, squint at the sun and realize the struggle starts with you? That means the relaxation also starts with you. When you give up being perfect and take on being human. When you allow your friends to help. When you ask for help. When you realize it can just be a day on the beach and there will be sand everywhere and that’s all right. That’s what it’s for; The sand in your shoes is there to remind you of the loveliness of enjoying your life, long after you’ve gone back to your whatever it is you’ve been stressing over.

You will notice there is never a “Someday” or “Sumday” on a calendar. All the days are numbered. They all have a designation. Pick a day or don’t. Pick a day and then change it. But whatever you do, don’t wait for “Someday” because it will never come and the days are going to go by anyway. Why not enjoy them?


You can find Karine on Instagram or on Facebook inspiring the community at Plannerology. She will be speaking at the first annual PlannerCon in San Francisco, CA, March 11-12 2017 and is still behind giving Steve Morton the notes to last week’s podcast on The HitchHiker’s Guide To The Plannerverse. If you like her articles and podcast content, consider supporting her efforts by being a patron at https://www.patreon.com/Plannerology

One thought on “I Was Going To Do That Someday…

  • February 16, 2017 at 2:42 PM
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    Loved this article! Especially the part onumber gIvins up on being perfect to “take on being human. ” I am forever fighting that struggle. I LOVE your suggestions of wisdom! Thanks so much for your contribution to the magazine.

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