I’ve had quite a dilemma the last few months. I have dozens of things I want to accomplish, and none of them are much further along than they were weeks ago. I want to sew myself a number of new pieces for my wardrobe, get down some first drafts of kid lit that’s running through my head, and write a slew of guest posts. They’re all goals that can be broken down into easy chunks and are within my powers to accomplish. Somewhere between taking care of dinner, playing with the pooch, adding to On Simplicity daily, and hanging out with my husband, none of it ever really happens.

Why I’m Okay with Getting Nothing Accomplished

The good news is that I think I finally figured out why. It’s not about a lack of time, since I’ve got a few free hours every evening. It’s that there’s a difference between being fulfilled and being accomplished, and I fall firmly in the camp that prefers fulfillment. Sewing and writing are lonely crafts, and at the end of the day, I’d rather spend my time with loved ones than accomplishing something just for the sake of it.

Sure, I’ve got nothing tangible to show for the epic four-hour Risk battle I played with B (especially considering I couldn’t even hold Australia for more than two turns), but that’s okay. We had a good time savoring some cheap wine and contemplating mutually assured destruction. We learned a few things about each other we didn’t know before, and our respect for each other deepened. (Yeah, I know Risk is just a board game, but we have fun taking it very, very seriously.) The value of a new pair of trousers or a bullet point on a resume can’t really be compared to the value of a living, breathing partership. And in all honesty, they shouldn’t be compared.

Family Framed

The Measure of Fulfillment Doesn’t Lie in To Do Lists

Here’s where the crux lies for me: fulfillment is about enjoying the present, while accomplishment is about enjoying the past. (After all, even past accomplishments don’t guarantee future happiness.) And while having done something is admirable (and I mean that in the most sincere way possible), the minutes of the present are ticking away too quickly to be squandered with getting stuff done just for the sake of it. No future pat on the back is worth more than today’s goofy grin.

Does this mean I’m writing off my goals? Hell, no. As one of my favorite children’s books says, “I’ve got big plans! Big plans!” But I’m realizing that perhaps future dreams shouldn’t come at the cost of past dreams that have come true. I used to dream about falling in love with a man who loved and challenged me, and imagined us spending our time doing nothing but being blissfully happy together. We’d play silly games together and dance in the kitchen for no good reason. It would be a shame to stop valuing those dreams simply because they’ve come true. The present is more powerful than I’ve realized. If my future self succeeds and I’m so well off that I have time to just sit back and relax, what good memories will I have to smile about if I don’t keep making them right now, every day in the present?

As in all things, a healthy balance is ideal. But I’m going to stop beating myself up for not getting my self-imposed to-do list checked off every night. A night spent building a relationship and creating happy memories is an accomplishment all its own.

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