Monday, June 9, 2008

this is my mantra for today

I am not the most obsessive-compulsive, it's-never-good-enough person on this little spinney planet: I am not too picky to ever be happy.

I just have difficulty conceiving of details and small steps. However much I think I'm not, I am a primo, typical Aries in this way. I am teachable and mutable and still am growing. My faults are not inherent flaws; they are challenges and obstacles. There are many small worries, not One Giant Horrible Thing I've Fucked Up. Many of them simply need quiet and gentle attention and to be gifted with little bits of time.
Ganesha help me to rise to the challenges I create for myself, to learn from each perceived problem.

There is a need to remind myself stuff like:

  • there may be no perfect template on wordpressdotcom that fits my style exactly. It is OK to slowly learn the coding and it can be just pretty cool in the mean time. Aesthetic crap is not important enough to raise my blood pressure.

  • being cranky and resentful means I am a tired and utterly normal mommy, and does not mean I should file for freaking divorce.

  • whether or not to shave my legs for the beach trip is not a life changing decision. I am not on some Is She Feminist Enough? reality show where women with Ph.D.'s and hemp menstrual pads will vote me off the island if I decide to shave my legs. Likewise, it's highly unlikely that a sorority of tanned blonde bikini people will gang up on me and kick sand at me if I show up in my normal mammal state at Daytona Beach. I won't ruin the wedding because the bride's mom will be so busy tsk tsk ing at the photographer's wife's hairy pale legs that she'll miss the kiss. Won't happen.

  • if I want to be a work at home mom, I have to WORK AT HOME. It is not a sin to use a babysitter ('specially loving family babysitter) if I'm not at the day job. Two year olds zOMG need to be attached to mommies, and this makes for me not working. Someday working on my creative stuff will seriously pay off, but I have to invest intention, attention, time, and effort now. This is not neglect of my baby. This. IS. NOT. Neglect. Of. My. Baby.


OK. Thank you for holding my hand, tiny therapist priestesses who live in teh web.

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