Doing too much...and doing nothing well.

This time of year is always hard--there are four million things going on, and even though I feel like I should be in a routine by now, things still seem to be creeping up on me. Then, I find myself scrambling at the last minute. And maybe I pull it off, but I don't feel good about it because it was stressful.
And of course, I have a few areas (okay, a lot of areas) where I over commit myself. I end up stretching myself too thin, and I get stressed. There are a few other areas where I am very perfectionistic, and I want to be able to put more time and effort than I sometimes can. So, I have over-scheduled myself and feel like I'm only giving everything about 25%. And I am rarely satisfied with the results.
My goal for myself is to eliminate the drama. Everything is not a catastrophe. I read a saying, "Failure to plan on your part, does not constitute an emergency on my part." Ouch. And I do plan, but in my rush and hurry, I overlook the details. So, then I am stuck at the last minute without something.
And, I freak out.
This is not who I want to be. This is not an example I want to set. I want to be "together." I need to learn that I am not indispensable. There are other people who can teach Sunday school, bring a meal or organize a meeting. I do not have to say yes to everything.
Baby steps.
Yesterday, I went to an amazing seminar at church. I had planned to leave early, since I knew Nicholas would need to eat again before it was over. I had an extra hour to get dinner ready for someone with a new baby, get dinner ready for my own family and there was no drama. I'm learning that I need to over-estimate how long something will take--and if I don't have time to do it well, I need to say no. (I realize I'm rambling) Some things will still not get 100%--I don't think I can say that I can't cook dinner because I don't have the time to devote 100% to it, but I think for now, that is going to have to be okay.
Progress, not perfection.