So today was supposed to be "Mommy Monday". And it will be...next week. But not today. There is this great quote:
"A man would do nothing if he waited until he could do it so well that no one could find fault." ~John Henry Newman
My new job is to remember this. So often in life I find myself waiting for perfection, waiting to produce something that is faultless. Suffice to say: I don't get a lot done. ha ha ha. But I'm serious. I don't get as much done as I could. Perhaps it would be best to say:
"My life contains a myriad of half done masterpieces hidden in closets and under beds."*
And I'm pretty sure that I'm the person who said that. Though I could probably say it better. So don't quote me on it until I perfect it. I'll get back to you. About that. I mean. You know what I mean. I hope.
What was I saying? Right. Perfectionism. It's nasty. I don't mean to be a perfectionist. It just likes me. I mean, perfectionism would like me if one was to personify perfectionism thus making it able to have desires and preferences. Which would be weird. And now I am making even less sense than before.
Here's a quote I made up as a teenager (I like quotes...have you noticed yet?):
"Doing anything less than your best is misrepresenting yourself."
Yikes, hey? Double yikes considering I was only seventeen at the time I came up with that pretty little idiom. Because you know what? It isn't always true. If I did my best ALL THE TIME, that, I think, would be misrepresenting myself. I mean, people would start to think I have got it all together. They would think I'm brilliant and flawless and do my dishes without fail before I go to bed every night. They would think that *gasp* I make the bed every day!
Well. I would like people to think this. But it just isn't true. Because the truth is: I'm not always doing my best. I don't have the time, energy, or motivation. But guess what? No one does. And maybe that's okay. Maybe it's okay to do your best "considering". Considering:
you're a mom you work you really really wanted (as in just had to) to stay up until two am watching Sex and the City you have a headache you couldn't find your car keys
So how about this:
I'm going to do my best sometimes. But most times I'm just going to share the me I am with the you you are.
This post doesn't feel especially finished; but I'm going to stop now. Because I don't feel like writing anymore.
grey jeans, rw&co.: $1.95
vintage crochet cardi: gift from Lee
scarf: gift from Lee
shoes, naturalizer: $30
*I think it's about time I took them out, dusted them off, and hung them on the walls.
The price tag from my pants. It was just too good of a deal. I had to take a picture.