I’m in a blogging Facebook group and I’m certain its only purpose is to make me feel inadequate. The women in the group often share their accomplishments: how many blog views they receive a day, the new businesses they’re starting, paychecks, the usual. I sometimes feel like these women are winning at everything: they run successful businesses while being a size two and living in their white homes and taking gorgeous pictures before cooking a healthy gourmet dinner for their families while solving world hunger. Not to take away from what they’ve done, but it’s all I can do to feed two people some nights.
As for me? I will never be good at hand-lettering or Pinterest projects. I’ll always have to enlist Google before I put together an outfit. Look. My kitchen will never be organized. I’ll always have errant Tupperware and never know where to store casserole dishes. My purse will always be full of old receipts and tissue and mint wrappers. I’ll never get home in time to take good blog pictures. I’ll work out in the morning, eat healthy all day, and have pizza and brownies for dinner. I’ll often choose naps and television and date nights over side hustle.
Some of us will never get the corner office. Some of us will always be plagued with messy kitchens and cluttered closets. Some of us will always kill mums. Some of us will always be running late with coffee spilled down the front of our shirts. Some of us will drink too much wine on a Thursday. Some of us will never have Pinterest-worthy weddings or baby showers. But you know what? It takes all kinds. And dammit, life would be boring without us.
We get so caught up on being a good wife or girlfriend and mother and friend and daughter and sister and granddaughter and niece and aunt and employee and citizen and blogger that we forget to be a good ME. You can only stretch yourself so thin before you crack. You can only do what you can do. Some days you’ll kill it. Some days you’ll be running late to work and have to stop for gas and finally arrive with your skirt tucked in your underwear. But for today, I will concentrate on being a good Lindsay. Whatever that entails. Hopefully it will mean that I’m trying. Hopefully it will mean that I’m kind. Hopefully I’ll give myself grace. And you should concentrate on being a good you. Whatever that entails. Because if you’re not a good “you”, there’s no way you can be a good anything else.