I wrote a post with almost an identical title for The Icing On My Cupcake (you can read it here) but I keep having to remind myself lately.
I have been firmly in the 'Good Enough' camp for a long time. If you do a large variety of things well enough, you'll be fine. I don't strive for perfection. I don't think it exists. I aim to be firmly good enough. A good enough mother, wife, person. Some days you Slay it. Shit gets done. You feel like a badass. FUCK YES, CONSIDER THAT DAY OWNED!
But, other days it's 'WHEN WILL THIS PILE OF POO OF A DAY ENNNDDDDDDD.'
Lately, I've been having the latter. Tilly decided to get 4 teeth at once. And a cold. Kransky has decided to forget he is toilet trained. And my skeleton feels like it's trying to escape my body. I feel like I have been extra complainy. Extra needy. Not enough.
But then I remind myself that I have had a grand total of about 10 hours away from my baby in 10 months. That's not a lot. I'm allowed to feel burnt out by that. I have to remind myself that not only am I raising a child, I'm running a business and studying full time. That actually, what I am doing is exactly enough.
It's ok if it gets to dinner time and all you can manage to do it order a pizza online. It's ok if you zoned out for 10 minutes while your child was happily playing with her toys. It's ok if you just want to run away and enjoy a quite coffee on your own with no one touching you.
So I am writing this to remind myself that I am enough. What I do is enough. I am loved, I am happy, I am well, and that is enough.
