Doing the best I can with what I’ve got
I’m just going to bust this out because that’s the theme here.
It may not be perfect.
I may not be perfect.
It may not be the best I can do… but it is the best I can do with what I’ve got at this particular present time and place.
I like to do things well. I’m aware of my limitations…one being photography and that has been the primary reason that I have been over a decade delayed in this website. But since adding people to my life, my daily life, who have needs of me … I cannot do all of the things “well.” My kiddo is now 7.25 years old. My marriage is 5 months older. My relationship is a couple years older than that. My creative artistic life & business has not been the same since… finding my flow amid interruptions and personal needs is hard, if not impossible.
So here we are… living and growing and listening to a whole lot of podcasts (Brene Brown, Glennon Doyle, their interviewees) and jumping in and out of therapy (yay, BetterHelp). I’m feeling this morning, as:
I am delayed for this month’s drop & newsletter (I blame covid and post-holiday nutsness),
it’s not a “first monday”
nor any monday (as recommended by Dan Pink, author of When)
it’s past 8am, the cutoff time at which I need to get all social media and online things out to the world OR ELSE
…I’m feeling
“to heck with it!” Not “to heck with it” as in “maybe I should just get my real estate license and do that instead” (which I’ve considered), but “to heck with it” as in
I AM JUST GOING TO DO THE BEST THAT I CAN AND IT WON’T BE PERFECT BY MY STANDARDS, NOR INSTAGRAMS, NOR FACEBOOK, NOR THE AMAZING CONTENT CREATORS AND ENTREPRENEURS THAT I ADMIRE. IT’S JUST GOING TO ME AND I AM GOING TO FIND SOME F-ING JOY IN THAT BECAUSE LIFE IS TOO DAMNED SHORT!
and now I will spend the next half hour trying to figure out how to put a picture on here because I’m not in my 20s and this shit doesn’t come naturally to me. I’m considering hiring my 7 y.o. to do it because it’s not child labor if it’s a family business, right? But today is the day we tour the public school because I no longer have the capacity, financially or otherwise, to homeschool this brilliant child of mine. Tears. Not happy. But on the bright side… I can find the flow again, fingers crossed.
