An Admission:: UNSURE.
When I set out on this most recent blogging endeavor I knew I was A) late to the game, B) jumping on a bandwagon and C) somewhat confused. But I did it anyway.
Because I wanted to.
I am a
I help people answer questions and pick apart problems and grow better from this work. I consult mostly with business people, but also with moms and other creative folks. A lot of them have blogs. I read a lot of blogs. I real a lot of material in general. For me, it is a part of my work. But that's just how I crafted it.
I crafted my work, my life, my world around the things I love to do.
Sit at my desk on a rainy morning while my son sleeps and my daughter plays. Think about drinking tea.
Leave the tea unmade and write.
But the admission I am haltingly bringing about is that I am unsure about this writing I am doing here. Unsure about how public it is. Unsure that the hundreds of people that read what I write really need to be spending their time reading it. Unsure that I should be contributing to the vast about of information out there in the world. Unsure that I should be sitting here instead of playing with my kids, or getting a "real" job. Unsure if this is going to lead to money, or if it is for my soul. Unsure if it is a business or a hobby. Just plain unsure. And guess what?
That is just fucking fine.
All that matters is that I note the uncertainty. That I rest with is and turn it over and then LET IT GO. Maybe tomorrow I'll be certain. And then at some point I'll be certain again. Work with your uncertainty , allow it. Trust that it is okay. And if you want to, leave me a comment below and remind me that you are reading, and that you are uncertain too.
We all want to feel a little less alone.
Do the Dirty Work
Yes, love, there is sweetness. Yes, love, there are flowers. There's red lipstick and
lace panties
(yes,underwear jealousyis a theme for me right now.)
Yes, love, there is sweetness. Yes, love, there are flowers. There's red lipstick and
lace panties
(yes,underwear jealousyis a theme for me right now.)
Yes, dear, there are sunsets, lazy with tea and wine. Yes, dear, there are sleepy mornings, fog rolling in, down ensconced.
We heart these lovelies. We embrace the moments between the sweat and the tears. Or, at least, we try.
But there is also the dirty.
There's the dog shit, the cat puke, the kids screaming and the
damn sun rising too soon.
There's the never-glam scrubbing of tiles. The making of the money, the driving to the bank, the carrying the groceries to the car, the cutting the toenails. There is the everyday and the mundane
and the sudden and beautiful and wild.
Somehow, these things have gotta learn how to share space. How to dance with each other, spinning and spinning through this thing called life.
There is something beautiful about bearing witness to the grunt labor. Those business women sitting there entering line item after line item in their quickbooks. Those mama's bouncing babes on their hips while pushing mops, folding clothes. Those masons stacking brick after brick, building the foundation of a home. In the basic tasks of life, there is freedom, there is routine, there is good, old fashioned hard work.
Today I am tired of the lazy. Annoyed at the self-righteous. Frustrated at the spoiled.
Go out and work, people. Only then do you deserve to rest.
(or trick or treat)
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