This week, I found myself assuming. Even when I got called out on something I missed, I still assumed...(or maybe hoped) that someone might find pity in my predicament and let me slide.
What made me think that I possibly might be an exception?
I didn't read instructions. I didn't take care of business and I moved forward as if...
as if my good intentions, as if my desire, as if I deserved a reward, as if I was special...
My disregard caused my husband a disappointment as well.
This wasn't anything too serious, just something to learn from for next time, be humbled and smile at my lack of attentiveness.
The irony of this whole business? My husband pointed it out, the one who misses the details in such things and tends not to be the best organized at times. Really?
The lesson learned: Instructions matter! Assuming...? Not an option. Taking time for the details and making connections the way things are purposed? Well there is a reason for that.