I mean, we all set standards for ourselves. (Yours probably include a degree of cleanliness I never reach. But hey, my girls have a hot breakfast almost every day. So that's something. Right?)
But no matter what those standards are, some days you just have to let go of them, and, as my roommate used to say, "embrace the suckiness." It took me a long time to be willing to let go of my standards for a day. Especially because my struggles, while significant to me, would have been nothing to somebody else. They'd never understand what my holdup was.
Doesn't matter. It's real to me. So it's real. And when I can't give the day my best, I should accept what I can give it, be grateful for that, and move along cheerfully. I think the worst thing I can do is berate myself to the point where I'm falling short of my usual self and being what our family calls "a big grumpster" to boot.
So that's what I'm going to do today. Peace out. Here's hoping for a better tomorrow.
|If you google "Grumpster" you can find this guy. Isn't he perfect? And also a little scary.|