it's not easy being green
So our best man/friend married a beautiful blonde I'll call Lisa, because that's her name. I try my very best, calling on the Lord, to not harbor jealous feelings when I am around her but she does not make it easy. She is gloriously organized, in her home and I'm pretty sure, in her brain. I think she came this way, along with other features like Sweet 2.0 and CraftyScript.
I do my best to hide my insecurity and search for lipstick that compliments my olive complexion.
They are coming over today for football and lunch. It will look a little like this: Greg and Cam will hoot and holler while I will fawn over their baby girl, Sage.
It's tough for me to be calm. I want to impress her. I want my house to be perfect, but it's not. I opted out of cleaning last night - I saw Dan in Real Life with my best girlfriends. A much needed night out.
I look around this morning and have decided my house in not that bad. It's warm and inviting and I can't wait to smooch on that baby, see our friends. I think I'll do one last sweep, baby-proof the debris, call it good.
Fall 2007 is shaping up to be my plunge into lowered expectations, caring less. I can't decide if this is good news, but after decades of striving, this calmness, this letting go feels amazing.
So I'm off to church, and full of wonder, doing the mental limbo. How low should I go?
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I do my best to hide my insecurity and search for lipstick that compliments my olive complexion.
They are coming over today for football and lunch. It will look a little like this: Greg and Cam will hoot and holler while I will fawn over their baby girl, Sage.
It's tough for me to be calm. I want to impress her. I want my house to be perfect, but it's not. I opted out of cleaning last night - I saw Dan in Real Life with my best girlfriends. A much needed night out.
I look around this morning and have decided my house in not that bad. It's warm and inviting and I can't wait to smooch on that baby, see our friends. I think I'll do one last sweep, baby-proof the debris, call it good.
Fall 2007 is shaping up to be my plunge into lowered expectations, caring less. I can't decide if this is good news, but after decades of striving, this calmness, this letting go feels amazing.
So I'm off to church, and full of wonder, doing the mental limbo. How low should I go?
_______
Technorati Tags:lower expectations, relax, Dan in Real Life, friends, perfectionism
Comments
i just bought one. it's good to vacuum while not actually moving from the couch.
Hope all the baby smoochin was fun and you got to relax in your own element.
-Stu
Think of the people you could help (Oh wait, you'd put an awful lot of therapists out of a job).
Glad you feel zen.
I had a friend over for lunch, and instead of cleaning like crazy I tidied up and called it a day.
It did feel glorious to let go of some of that self-imposed pressure.