I'm having a "I-feel-like-I've-failed-at-everything" kind of morning.
I look around at my house, and it's a disaster.
My kids: total rag-a-muffins.
My dog keeps licking my hands because she's probably so desperate for attention, and I'm just annoyed. Another thing that needs my already-scarce time.
And I'm mad at myself. Not my today self, she's the one suffering. She's the victim.
I'm mad at my yesterday-self, and my day-before-yesterday-self. And all of my last-week-self.
Then I start to notice this familiar theme: the downward spiral into the self-loathing/woe-is-me depression. I recognize it because I've been to this park before. There's the "why is this happening to me" swing, and the "my life is so unfair" slide. It's really not a great park, I don't know why I keep coming back here.
Anyway, a few years ago my present-self had a long convo with my past-self and they battled a few things out. Present-self really thought past-self could step it up a notch, and past-self did that obnoxious thing of pointing out the obvious: no time like the present.
Start now? Like...right now. Help my future-self out? That chick is so dang needy.
I wrote this post a few years ago about trying to change, and recognizing that I'm not a tree, so I can change where I am, and other catchy memes. I'm one of those slow people who have to continually be reminded of my own good advice. So I'm gonna take some past-me advice and move forward.
Today, I'm going to:
- Recognize three things I did yesterday for my family, for my friends, and for myself. It sounds like a big task, but when you think about it, "waking up" can count as a high five for myself. Making my bed, BOOM! Another high five. How about that time I got to pee in privacy. I call that a win. Not to mention all the great stuff I did for my family last night, like getting some much over-due R&R with a pal. How is this helpful to my family? I think you know.
- Recognize three small ways I succeeded yesterday, that seem to be making today easier. Well, I cleaned a lot yesterday, but it wasn't the "out in the open" kind of clean. I went through the clothes. The kids clothes. I separated, folded and stored (complete with a printed label for each!) into those nifty vacuum bags. Sure the rest of my house was destroyed, but the top of those closets are...cleaner. I also did some other stuff. But I won't bore you with it. Cause closet cleaning and clothes sorting is all sorts of interesting
- List three things I'm going to do for my tomorrow-self.
- Read with the kids.
- Go to the library - with the kids.
- Make dinner and eat - with the kids.
Making these lists always draw my attention to reality and truth. Sure I didn't out perform perfection yesterday, and I'm positive I won't today. But I did succeed in small ways. The small stuff, in the end, is quite literally what life is made of. You know, like atoms and stuff.
So buh-bye life-sucks-me. You are of no use to me here. But I do have a self-loathing day coming up. I've scheduled it off as "Netflix" binge. *Need to remember to buy Puffy Cheetos*