Stop me if you’ve heard this one:
There was a little girl,
And she had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
When I was a little girl I had curly blond hair (those were the days), and my mom would recite this poem to me nightly at bedtime. I thought it was about me, and may have taken a wee bit of offense to being referred to as ‘horrid’ on a daily basis. The older I get, the more sure I am that it is about me.
I’m guessing that I’m not alone in the feeling that life is about juggling a whole bunch of plates, and the thing about juggling is that you kind of have to do it perfectly or the whole system comes crashing down. If that happens you’ve got a whole mess to clean up…and a new set of plates to get up in the air.
When I am good, I’m very, very good. In those moments that I’m on I somehow magically balance work, hobbies, healthy eating, gym-going, friends, and family with the greatest of ease.
When I’m bad, seriously I’m a total effing disaster! Drop one plate and the others seem destined to burn bridges, eat Chinese food, miss deadlines and have dusty sneakers. Lately I’ve been feeling like try as I may, all my plates are destined to end up in heaping piles of debris.
I’ve always envied people with that “I do what I can do” attitude.
Seriously, where can I get me one of those?
I like to tell myself that I’m not a perfectionist, that it’s okay to do some things well and some things less-than-well—but who am I kidding. They wrote a poem about me (about a hundred+ years before I was born)! My only options are to be very, very good; or very, very bad. There’s not a lot of room there for negotiation.
When it comes to things like diet or exercise, I truly believe that the only viable option for lasting change is by accepting who you are, what you like, and acting within those confines.
Instead of trying to turn myself into someone I’m not (normal), I’m going to just accept that I’m an all-or-nothing personality and do the best I can with that. My all just happens to have far too many plates up in the air right now to be very, very good—therefore it’s time to cut some weight and juggle what I can–perfectly.
As the late, great Abraham Lincoln once said:
You can be a total friggin’ rock star some of the time, but you can’t rock out to big houses all of the time.
For now, I’m working on my priorities, paring them down and letting my natural disposition take its course. I’ll let you know if I stop feeling like I’m sucking at life.
I’m visiting my family this week. Bad lighting, good cereal.
Cheerios with banana, skim milk
Smoothie with almond milk, frozen strawberries and banana, vanilla whey protein
Salad with homemade blue cheese dressing