A Job

One of my favorite things Rory has been saying lately is "a job."

He's really saying GOOD job, but when he's talking fast it's just A job. And he claps and congratulates himself.

It's got me thinking about the way motherhood is teaching me that done is better than perfect. That my previous "all or nothing" mindset is no longer serving me. I often cannot give all, but nothing isn't working either.

Especially when it comes to taking care of me. It's too easy to choose nothing because all isn't available, to break promises to myself because the only one l'm disappointing is me. But what if I didn't have to do it perfectly? What if it wasn't about 30 days in a row of meditation to feel successful, but feeling successful because I got something good out of the time I put in.

What if I started the workout anyway-even if I might get interrupted -instead of choosing not to bother.

What if I could still take a bath or read a book or write something or go on a walk despite not necessarily having the amount of time I might have dedicated to those activities in the past. What if the time I have is enough.

What if it could be all or something.

And what if we could celebrate that too? A job! You did it. Not perfect, just present. Not all, not necessarily even good... just good enough. Just something.