It’s day 8 of 2023, and here’s how it’s going around here:
Christmas boxes are still out
The floor’s been vacuumed 4x and I’m still stepping on beads, legos, gems, and hot wheels
Can’t see the countertops
The baby’s favorite new thing is climbing/standing up on our tables
We’re watching our 3rd Jurassic Park movie in 24 hours
(My tween keeps asking “is that guy gonna die?” and we finally just told her: “babe, pretty much everybody’s going to get eaten by a dinosaur. But you won’t, probably ever, so it’s all okay.”)
In other news, I’m 8/8 on a few of my 2023 intentions.
I’m most-ish on a few of them too.
But a couple of them… I didn’t have even one day of success.
So that tells me a couple things.
Some of these promises I made to myself were important, and meaningful, and it’s been rewarding to honor them.
Some intentions I set were harder. Harder to track, harder to control, and harder to follow through. They’re worth doing, so I’m giving myself grace, getting creative, and celebrating the fact that every bit of effort and forward progress matters.
And those intentions I didn’t do at all? Some of them obviously weren’t that important to me, and one was completely unrealistic in the first place. Get off my list!
There’s a fine line between stretching to become the best version of myself, and trying to become someone I just am NOT. This is the beauty of human existence – we are all blessed with different gifts and abilities and personalities, and to wish my own self away is a shame.
Nothing’s perfect, and neither am I. Better every day is the only goal. (And my floor is NEVER going to be free of legos and beads for the foreseeable future, so why try, and why worry?)
Somebody else just got chomped, gtg.