I don’t do everything right. I don’t even want to be perfect – not at everything anyway. Just at the things that matter to me.
I spend my day reading articles. That’s my job. Need “Rules for cohabitating,” “Tips to get a celeb booty,” “Healthy, dinner ideas ready in under 30 minutes” or “10 great funds you should own”? Give me five minutes and I’ll get you the article. I’ve read them all. I know what I should be doing.
It’s not that I take these things as gospel and, frankly, I don’t care if I don’t have Kim Kardashian’s ass (mine’s pretty good). But cheesy as it sounds, knowledge is key. If I know I can easily sneak in a little exercise by walking past my regular bus stop to the next one, wouldn’t I be foolish not to do that if I had the time? If I know the healthier and more environmental choice is to buy my lettuce at the farmers market instead in a bag at Safeway, how could I not do that?
I stress about things too much. Here are some recent examples:
1.the website I built for my dad’s business looks awful. It needs to be better.
2.I didn’t email a friend before she left to climb Mount Rainier. She deserved my support.
3.I’m planning a baby shower for a good friend. I want to order cupcakes instead of making them.
4.I eat way too much bread. I love bread. My grandpa was a baker. I need to cut back.
5.I skipped the gym Saturday … and Monday, too.
That’s what this blog is all about: Striving to be better. And I want it to be the perfect blog. I don’t want it to be a place for bragging or complaining. I don’t want to come off as narcisistic. I want to be humorous and honest. I’m not judging people who don’t strive to be perfect. In fact, I envy them at times.
Please tell me I’m not the only one. Please?