I have this idea in my head of how I want my life to be. In my dream life, I’m a great housekeeper, I cook a healthy dinner for my family every night, I’d be crafty at something, I’d be in a community where someone was pouring into me and I was investing in someone else. I’d have a gentle spirit. I’d get dressed in something that made me feel great and maybe even shower everyday. I’d entertain and welcome guests in a home on a little bit of land and raise some chickens and grow a garden. I would change the world, make it a better place. But, right now I browse Pinterest for cleaning schedules while the laundry wrinkles after being fluffed in the drier for the third time. I sometimes remember to meal plan and sometimes the plan is chicken nuggets or PB&J. I normally only get dressed if I have somewhere to be and my kids’ baths normally remind me I need a shower. I park in a parking space three spaces down from my townhouse, carrying my two kids and all the groceries to my house in the rain, grumbling and wishing for the “some day.” We’ve all been there, right? I mean, I’m not the only one.
You know that saying, “become who you are”? I kind of like it. I’m going to strive for the best me I can be. Yeah for my family’s sake, but also for me. So for now, I’ll own who I am. A flawed perfectionist trying to do the best she can, making her some day into today.