It has been a long week, so I want to take a minute and share with you just how plenty perfect my life is lately. It isn’t pretty. My kitchen is downright disgusting. I went to an elementary school event last night looking like a homeless woman, because I forgot about it until the last minute and hadn’t showered all day. I am much busier than I should be, but I absolutely LOVE everything that I am doing, so I don’t want to give anything up. There are big cracks and something is bound to break at some point, but until then, I am happily plowing on with a tired smile on my face.
Writing my blog is so much fun – except when the devil possesses my computer and I feel like crying. This silly blog takes way more time than I should be putting into it, but how many things do you love enough to stay up late to work on? That’s how I know it is the right thing to do.
I love working with men’s clothing. I am not crazy about the necessity of
self promotion letting my friends know I am available for all their men’s clothing needs, especially when I go to the trouble to send out personal emails to my friends and, in the process of cutting and pasting some of the basic information I want to share, I start out my note to my friend Lizzie with “Hi Missy.” That just does not convey the message I mean to send.
I love helping clients decorate their homes. I love it so much, I can’t put off a project. I know the feeling of wanting something to be finished, so I dive right in when someone askes for my help. Working on these projects is a treat for me and sometimes I even save it as motivation to get other things done.
I love working on my own home and trying to make it work and look the way I want it to. It does make me feel like a little bit of an imposter when I see mess in my office, but I figure maybe I can post about it and make the most of the drudgery of clearing clutter.
I love my crazy kids and the things I have to tell them like, “no, you are not really an iguana, please stop asking me to pet you” and “please put pants on.” I love that my daughter, who has been home not feeling well for two days, and I were forced to wait 45 minutes alone in the doctor’s examination room with nothing else to do but chat and make each other laugh.
You can’t plan plenty perfect. You just have to squint and try to see it on the edges of a busy day, a mess up, or the satisfied exhaustion that comes from having so many things you love and want to do.