Am I the only one that sometimes forgets to feed her baby?
I read this great quote a while back. Here it is:
“I’m a list keeper. I always have a to-do list…At one point I kept adding to the list, more and more items, more and more sweeping in their scope, until I added this line: DO EVERYTHING BETTER. It was, at the time, a pretty appropriate way to capture how I felt about my life and myself fairly often…why my life sometimes felt like I was running on a hamster wheel and why I searched the faces of calmer, more grounded women for a secret they all knew that I didn’t. This is how I got to that fragmented, brittle, lonely place: DO EVERYTHING BETTER...The grandest seduction of all is the myth that DOING EVERYTHING BETTER gets us where we want to be. It gets us somewhere, certainly, but not anywhere worth being.”
― Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet
I return to this little neglected space, shaking off the feeling that I should be better at blogging consistently, that I should do more crafts (that was for you, bff), that I should exercise before the sun rises, that I should have a PLAN, a 401K and equity (that was for you, Scoobs).
The truth is, this December I played with my kids. I baked brownies and the best flourless chocolate cake imaginable, I read a ton of Junie B. Jones with Claire, I went to the park every Thursday afternoon with a dear friend, I wrapped gifts and did an advent calendar and exercised with moderate regularity and made giant huge batches of playdoh that smells like peppermint. It has been a good month. DO EVERYTHING BETTER is a lie. We have to choose. I choose to return to this space because I like to write, even if no one is reading.