I like to think I'm a decently empowering person. I believe in the possibility existing in all people to do great things. That includes myself. I didn't used to believe in myself very strongly, but I do now. In the last few years, I've come to realize just how much those who have done great things did so because they failed...and then persisted. It wasn't that they had more magic within them than others, they just
learned from their mistakes and tried harder and
All that being said, last week, I took a nosedive. Deep into my perceived failures. My house is messy. The dishes are piling up and on every counter. I haven't posted a blog post since Christmas. Urine is splattered around the toilets (because 3 boys). I am not getting as much done on my website or blog as I thought I would during my slow photography season. I'm finally exercising again when I can, but the pounds aren't coming off like they used to and my muscles all feel weird and rebellious. The floor under my kitchen table ALWAYS looks like a landfill. Am I covering everything I need to with homeschool? Will my kid transition well when we switch from homeschool to regular school? My kids are watching too many screens. I managed to miss two photo deadlines, AGAIN. And is it really already time to cook another EFFING MEAL?!