Getting it all done
Seems like the impossible task. The one thing that I can't do. Everything.
The logical me that I want to be:
Of course it's impossible. Nobody can do everything. Nobody can finish everything. Besides, what would you do then? When everything was finished? Relax? Why not relax now? Make it part of your day - your schedule. You know, include some downtime amid the moments you dedicate to trying unsuccessfully to be everything you think makes life perfect. After all, you know there's no such thing as perfect here.
Things are much better than 2 months ago. They are. Really. You're making progress everywhere - look at your living room. Look at your bedroom. The bathrooms are both relatively clean - not just clean, but disinfected. You've started to communicate some of the stuff you've been hiding for awhile. And, you learned how to operate the lawn mower. This is big stuff. This is good.
Stop worrying so much, and stop believing that you can finish everything on your growing list this second. That is not how life works.
The me that I am:
Sure, that's easy. That's the cop out, isn't it? "Nobody is perfect."
Of course - nobody is perfect. But lots of people have organized homes. Lots of people don't worry all the time about what's for dinner because they already know. They've taken care of it. They're on top of things.
They're wives with great marriages and happy husbands, they're mothers with happy, well cared for children on great sleep schedules, they're friends who have lunch and send cards and work out and have people over for dinner and go to church and take classes and have their hair and nails done and are happy.
Oh. And employed. They're making money for their families. For themselves.
And you? You are sitting here posting some emotional crap on a blog nobody reads while you should be finishing up any of the five hundred things you've already fallen behind on today. Plus, that relaxing stuff? Haven't you been resting long enough? Haven't you fixed yourself by now?
The logical me that I want to be:
Of course it's impossible. Nobody can do everything. Nobody can finish everything. Besides, what would you do then? When everything was finished? Relax? Why not relax now? Make it part of your day - your schedule. You know, include some downtime amid the moments you dedicate to trying unsuccessfully to be everything you think makes life perfect. After all, you know there's no such thing as perfect here.
Things are much better than 2 months ago. They are. Really. You're making progress everywhere - look at your living room. Look at your bedroom. The bathrooms are both relatively clean - not just clean, but disinfected. You've started to communicate some of the stuff you've been hiding for awhile. And, you learned how to operate the lawn mower. This is big stuff. This is good.
Stop worrying so much, and stop believing that you can finish everything on your growing list this second. That is not how life works.
The me that I am:
Sure, that's easy. That's the cop out, isn't it? "Nobody is perfect."
Of course - nobody is perfect. But lots of people have organized homes. Lots of people don't worry all the time about what's for dinner because they already know. They've taken care of it. They're on top of things.
They're wives with great marriages and happy husbands, they're mothers with happy, well cared for children on great sleep schedules, they're friends who have lunch and send cards and work out and have people over for dinner and go to church and take classes and have their hair and nails done and are happy.
Oh. And employed. They're making money for their families. For themselves.
And you? You are sitting here posting some emotional crap on a blog nobody reads while you should be finishing up any of the five hundred things you've already fallen behind on today. Plus, that relaxing stuff? Haven't you been resting long enough? Haven't you fixed yourself by now?
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