I’d like to think that I’m pretty put together.
I have a very demanding job and go to work and give it my best. I make conscious decisions about parenting and try my best to think things through whenever it pertains to Aiden. I write almost daily so that I can update this space and meet other freelance deadlines that I have. I workout. Most of the time. I make healthy eating choices and drink lots of water. Most of the time. I take time for myself when I can and I also make time for friendships. Most of the time. Oh, and I go to church to work on my relationship with God.
From the outside looking in, I’ve got it together. Most of the time.
But I’m not Super Woman.
In fact, I’m nowhere near being Super Woman. And sometimes I’m holding things together by a thread. A very thin thread. Sometimes I forget things. Sometimes I take longer than I expected to adjust to new things. Sometimes I want to kick and scream and throw a tantrum because I’m stressed out. Sometimes… life kicks my ass.
But when I wear my burdens lightly and gracefully, I come off as “strong" and "capable" and "Super Woman." The trouble with that is, people think that I’ve got it all figured out and that I'm always put together.
I don’t have it all figured out. I don't pretend to, either. I'm not always put together. I don't pretend to be, either. I'm pretty transparent about that on this place and space. Sometimes… life kicks my ass.
But I’m working on it. I’m working hard at it. And I’m putting it together. And I’m trying to keep it together.
I hardly ever watch the show Girls, but I saw the tagline on a bus last night and it spoke to me – “Almost getting it kind of together.”
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.