misrepresenting myself

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


you're human.


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.

outfit details:

grey jeans, rw&co.: $1.95

vintage crochet cardi: gift from Lee

scarf: gift from Lee

shoes, naturalizer: $30

heart: Kimberellie


*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.