It’s only Tuesday and already it’s been an interesting week. I’m thankful to have spent Saturday with my daughter and Bestie, to have a husband who is patient with my work/insomnia-induced moods and a son who appreciates peace offerings in the form of chocolate chip cookies.
A year ago tomorrow I wrote the little ditty below, hit publish and didn’t tell anyone until about a month later! It was my first post and a toe-dip into a whole new and wonderful world of writing.
Hello friend and thank you for visiting!
As you can see, this site is still being built and will always be a work in progress. Kinda like we all are, right?
What you will eventually read are my “adventures in imperfection” with the intent that your own daily (parenting, partnering, working, surviving, living) mishaps aren’t so bad.
I hope you’ll stop by and visit again. At best, I live in my own little happy world and am okay with that…people know me there!
See you again soon,
Bet you wish I was still this brief 🙂
Reading this short post about imperfection was a good reminder this morning–especially after spending a few pre-dawn hours in the boxing ring with my beat-up brain. Doesn’t it seem that we often focus on things we don’t do particularly well, compare ourselves to others and forget that no one is perfect? Do you ever have days where most of your sentences start with:
I need to: (insert your own)
- get organized
- be a better–mom, wife, husband, father, person, employee
- eat better
- get more sleep
- make a list
- check it twice
- spend more time with _________
- do this
- do that
- be more patient
- wash my face before bed
- do the laundry, get the groceries
BUT, I wanna:
- crawl back into bed
- play hooky
- sit on the couch
And, here’s where it gets dicey:
- I was smarter
- More ambitious
- More popular
- Prettier, skinnier, in better shape
If only I was perfect.
But, we ain’t! We never will be. Life would be way less interesting if we were perfect, right? I just told my son last night that it’s okay to make mistakes–especially in the safety and comfort of his own home. We ALL make mistakes.
As I sat with him and tried to convey a message that plagues my own heart, my mind started to conjure up a few rules. They are simple, not scientifically validated, but seem to work in a pinch.
- No negative self-talk. We will not talk to ourselves in ways that are worse than what we reserve for strangers.
- Say what’s in your heart. Don’t save it for weddings or funerals. Love is not reserved for special occasions.
- Saying sorry heals wounds. Do you ever feel like you are the worst parent/spouse/person in the world? Taking the opportunity to admit you’re wrong and provide a sincere apology is not a weakness. For parents, this provides a great teaching moment and will let your kiddos see you at your most real and vulnerable self. It gives them the confidence to do the same.
- Practice gratitude. Appreciate the people who are in the trenches with you. Unfortunately, there is always someone having a worse day than you. Life is too short to miss opportunities to be thankful.
- No perfection allowed. Homes with perfect Stepford-like people are boring and unattainable. Dishes will break and spills (smells!) will happen. Life is messy and wonderful.
Speaking of gratitude.
When I started writing a year ago, I didn’t think anyone would read my ramblings (except for the poor folks whose arms I twisted). Sending a heartfelt thank you to the 1087 followers who read my stuff and comment, to close blogger buddies who have kept me going and to my family who provide the unconditional love and infinite content.
Thank you! Thank you!
Audience participation time: What “rules” do you follow in your own home? What shall I write about in the next year to come? Be sure to share in the comments below
PS: The smell is GONE!!