I see so many posts about how to be more organized and all these moms seem so... together... with every minute scheduled: with little tubs of pre-cut fruit chilling for when the kids get home from school, their clothes picked out for the week in advance and folded neatly in a drawer, the children nestled all snug in their forty-five degree hospital cornered sheets. It's incredible!
Maybe it's my imagination or maybe it's highly edited/stylized nonsense, but I'm typing this feeling a bit guilty that my kids didn't have little cubes of chilled cheese to come home to and I have no idea what outfits my kids will be sporting tomorrow... I'm just hoping their hair will be brushed and that their socks match for a couple of weeks longer.
There is so much inspiration out there about how to live a better, more resourceful, fulfilled, artful, _______ fill-in-the-blank life. Sometimes it overwhelms me and makes me feel like I'm not doing enough, not organized enough (duh!), not superwoman enough. It's not my fellow blogger's fault of course, it's mine. But it did make me realize: I don't want to put a totally sanitized version of myself out there or make anyone think I'm doing everything perfectly or even that I am sane at all times. I am a disorganized, procrastinating, a bit introverted person who tries her best and eats too many gummy bears.
OKAY, I'm done wallowing in wishful thinking and self-doubt. That's just not me. I'm going to keep admiring the fellow citizens of blogland that alphabetize their bookshelves and learn what I can from them. I will attempt a couple of projects here and there, and be okay with the fact that I can't choose my abilities, but I CAN cultivate new skills at my pace.
I'll sign off with a quote from Stuart Smalley, "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!"