Some days it looks like “OMG… is this really my life?” Some days it looks more like “holy f*cking shit, I can’t believe it’s only Tuesday!”
Yesterday felt like I’d survived the entire week already. Some days aren’t pretty, but even the ugliest of those days add up to make something beautiful.
We are all working together, co-creating this existence of ours. Each moment is another choice, another chance to choose beauty. When I’m embodying my slightly more enlightened self and the hard days start to stack up, I gently remind myself that we’re all just trying to make something beautiful together. I ask myself, “What’s your part, right now, in this project we call life? What can you do to add to the beauty?”.
Last week was a week of ugly days…
One right after the next. Things are shifting as my baby boy grows and his nursing needs change, signaling a cascade of hormones that leaves everyone around me walking on eggshells. To say the least, I’ve been sour. I’m not writing, I’m not “arting”, and I’ve shot very few frames this week. I’m sharing all of this with you because…
We’re people not Pinterest boards, and we’re looking at the best of everyone’s best on blog after blog and telling ourselves that we’re not “Artists”. With a capital “A”.
I expect to find beauty in all of the imperfections.
I’ve built an artistic style out of the ability to recognize the beauty at any given moment and capture it, hold it up and say “See. See this here? Everything is ok. Everything is beautiful, really.”.
I want to share that here, the perfection in the imperfections. I don’t just wanna be another voice on the internet that makes this whole life thing look easy. I don’t want to be someone to compare yourself to. Comparison is a trap. A trap that leaves us feeling like our lives, our parenting, our art, are all falling short.
Seriously though, we’re people not Pinterest boards, and we’re looking at the best of everyone’s best on blog after blog and telling ourselves that we’re not “Artists”. With a capital “A”.
Profession, Craft, Passion… gone proper noun.
I’m convinced that feeling like we’re not quite good enough is just part of the price we pay for being human and having the ability to think about our thoughts. The ability to see the process from the outside, that seemingly cruel cosmic joke of self awareness.
So here I am, reminding myself that every single moment of every day is good enough.
That I am good enough.
That enough is just showing up each day to try to do this thing again.
I know that I am doing my best with what I have to work with, and you are too.
That has to be good enough.
So now can we just all agree to show up to each new day and do our best? And know that our best is all we can reasonably expect of ourselves, so perhaps in our moments that aren’t all Pinterest perfect we could just not give ourselves so much shit?
I believe that together we will make something wonderful of this life, indeed.