So, I've been bad about posting, and that's probably because I've felt crummy. I've felt so up and down over the past couple of months, that I'm afraid I'm back on my meds and I don't think I'll ever come off them now.
I struggle daily with feeling like I'm supposed to be sooo much more awesome than I actually have turned out. Could be that Pinterest is responsible for me feeling so much the failure - there aren't enough hours in the day to learn and make all the things that inspire me on that site - but more than anything I think it comes from the execution or lack thereof of day to day tasks that seem to escape my capabilities.
My 3 year old challenges me at every single step - getting out of the house in the morning's is like trying to change the weather (in other words, it's impossible to leave on time). Getting her to eat a meal is a never ending fight, and it's only because she's not willing to do as she's asked or expected. Then she advises that it's "killing her" because well, she's repeating what I'm saying - her snail pace and her stubborness are often what I decry are "killing me".
Then there's work, and it's on one hand something I appreciate whole heartedly. On the other hand, my ability to climb or move or change things up is extremely limited. They want someone who can travel. They want someone who will sing their praises. They want someone who has already drunk the special koolaid and well, I'm afraid I tossed that cup before it even hit my lips. And that means rot here and be happy about it, or find something else, and since finding another job is like well, trying to grow a new limb, I'm really trying hard to swallow my pride and rot with a smile on my face. I'm not sure how long that will appease the powers that be, but it's my only game plan. And even I know it sucks.
Which leaves me to wonder if I'll ever feel more than say 30% of the awesome I instinctively feel I'm supposed to be? I'm less than the average person, in twice the average person's body, which brings me to the other thing I fail miserably at - weight management. Add mood management to that I I feel about as infinitesimally small as a tick.
Which means I don't have a lot of wisdom to espouse at the moment. I also don't have a lot of time. I'm failing at all these things because I'm trying to make our Christmas gifts - my list is long, and I'm trying desperately to manage the hits to our pocket book this year by making as many gifts as I can. I'd say roughly 50% will be handmade goodies and crafts...but all this takes every single spare second, and I started back in August. I'll be working it right down to the wire. It's keeping me awake at night. The lists. The lists of commitments made, the lists of things left to do, the lists of how I'm failing my kid, my husband...then the worries kick in, and it's about why my daughter does what she does, and am I handling it the best possible way - the answer of course is always no but I'll be damned if I can find something better. AND then there's the millions of ways I'm failing my husband. I want so much to make things better with him, and I'll say we're stronger than we have been in our relationship in over a year...but I have no drive, no interest and no time to invest and he suffers from it.
So when in doubt, give in right? I guess I'll try to find a way to lower the bar of my own expectations and be satisfied with my 30% awesomeness. Maybe one day, I'll come into my own all by a surprise. I'll wake up one day and never look back because each and every day won't be the drudgery of same old same old...it will be one more day of freaking fantastic, or as my daughter says "it was a perfect day today"...well, maybe one day in the far off future, I'll feel that way too.