I know you wish you had everything together. Right now, you are meal planning for Thanksgiving, wishing you had something awesome to blog about that everyone would comment on unlike yesterday’s post (what happened?), and you’re just waiting for that moment for everything in your busy life to snap together like a picture-perfect episode of life on TV.
Well, self, please do yourself a favor and wake up. Wake up from the unrealistic expectations that life will somehow someday be some version of perfect, ever. It’s just not going to happen. No amount of meal planning, outfit planning, or life planning can accomplish that.
Wake up from beating yourself up inside for not waking up on time every day, for not being as productive as you think you should be, for not eating as healthy as you once did the past few weeks. Wake up from the whispers of the enemy that you’ve let turn into reality. Let go of hoping one day you will earn yourself the title of “woman who has it all together and looks really good while doing it.”
Tomorrow, you may wake up late again. But at least your lunch is already packed. Tomorrow, you’ll probably have to run on the treadmill (your least favorite), but quit discounting it just because it isn’t outside or doesn’t feel as great. Look forward to those weekend runs. And if you never get to those either, look forward to the Saturdays you sleep in with your loving husband instead.
Oh, yeah, and one more thing. You should probably go say hi to him. Drop everything you’re doing and go kiss him. He needs that and you get sucked into your little planning, blogging, social media-ing world too much to remember that at times.
Accept that today you are you, where you are. Accept that tomorrow and in the years to come, you will grow but that you are not there just yet.
Love yourself for all the mistakes you make at work, at home, in your daily routine. Love that you wear the same three pairs of pants to work every week because you’re too cheap/lazy to buy new ones just yet.
Love that you desperately need a haircut (or better yet, stop whining and just go get one). Love that you have started a new season of your life – one that is much busier, messier, and more imperfect than you ever dreamed.
Love every second of it – because this is the only chance you get.