Daily Journal Goal - Perfection
Sometimes I give up on "trying to be happy" and decide the way to maybe be content is through hard work, and possibly achieving some kind of "perfection". By perfection, I mean, being the perfect mother, being the perfect housekeeper, or maybe choosing something to excel in. Honestly, I think I've been a good mother, housekeeper and generally excel at things I put my mind to. However, I always feel there's something that's not quite right, and that things could be done better.
The perfect mother would make sure her children did their homework everyday. I rarely achieve this without some snag or frustration. Projects are often left to the last minute. The children have some area of their academics that they need more intensive help with. However, this is one reason why I decided not to home school them, because it's already overwhelming enough fighting their distractions and procrastination. She would make sure their nails are cut before they become little talons, and their hair cut before it's hanging in their eyes. I know I could do better here, and I'm often embarrassed by things that go on with their schooling. However, I also know I do well, because they're happy, always ready with hugs, and impromptu "I love you".
The perfect housekeeper would have an organized house, without any area being cluttered, have a perfect schedule, and make a healthy scratch dinner every night. There are days when the laundry is piled 3 baskets high in the laundry room. The playroom is a disaster area. Everything needs dusting and vacuuming. Do not dare look at the things piled in the garage and just tossed into the attic. However, I think "if I could just get *this* done, things would be perfect and I could keep it up easily". But, once again, I do well enough. All those baskets of laundry are clean. The dishes are washed, the counters clean, and I've been complimented by being told my house is immaculate. Even so, I want it better. As Erma Bombeck said, "Cleaning the house while the children are growing is like shoveling snow while it's still snowing."
I keep thinking there's something better than game achievements that I could be using as a gauge of excelling at something. I need to write and finish my story. I want to make things, like embroidery or crafts. I have a full board on Pinterest of things that I would love to create, just haven't started. Then I have some projects I haven't completed, have been planning for years, or just abandoned. I can't really say anything positive here except that I know when I want to do something, I do it very well.
I keep thinking, if I would just get up and do something, and just work continually, it will happen. Most everyone else on this planet gets up everyday and works several hours, some dawn to dusk. I don't do that, and I could, and I feel I should. I know things can't be perfect, however I keep thinking that if things were, then I would be content, if not happy. Or maybe I can just work myself to exhaustion so that I don't think about things too much.
The perfect mother would make sure her children did their homework everyday. I rarely achieve this without some snag or frustration. Projects are often left to the last minute. The children have some area of their academics that they need more intensive help with. However, this is one reason why I decided not to home school them, because it's already overwhelming enough fighting their distractions and procrastination. She would make sure their nails are cut before they become little talons, and their hair cut before it's hanging in their eyes. I know I could do better here, and I'm often embarrassed by things that go on with their schooling. However, I also know I do well, because they're happy, always ready with hugs, and impromptu "I love you".
The perfect housekeeper would have an organized house, without any area being cluttered, have a perfect schedule, and make a healthy scratch dinner every night. There are days when the laundry is piled 3 baskets high in the laundry room. The playroom is a disaster area. Everything needs dusting and vacuuming. Do not dare look at the things piled in the garage and just tossed into the attic. However, I think "if I could just get *this* done, things would be perfect and I could keep it up easily". But, once again, I do well enough. All those baskets of laundry are clean. The dishes are washed, the counters clean, and I've been complimented by being told my house is immaculate. Even so, I want it better. As Erma Bombeck said, "Cleaning the house while the children are growing is like shoveling snow while it's still snowing."
I keep thinking there's something better than game achievements that I could be using as a gauge of excelling at something. I need to write and finish my story. I want to make things, like embroidery or crafts. I have a full board on Pinterest of things that I would love to create, just haven't started. Then I have some projects I haven't completed, have been planning for years, or just abandoned. I can't really say anything positive here except that I know when I want to do something, I do it very well.
I keep thinking, if I would just get up and do something, and just work continually, it will happen. Most everyone else on this planet gets up everyday and works several hours, some dawn to dusk. I don't do that, and I could, and I feel I should. I know things can't be perfect, however I keep thinking that if things were, then I would be content, if not happy. Or maybe I can just work myself to exhaustion so that I don't think about things too much.