Every night at bedtime, we ask our Eldest Child (EC) what his three good things were for the day, and then we all talk about the three good things for each of us. It’s a nice reminder to end the day, that there were more good things than not, and that tomorrow is a new day, even if that one wasn’t particularly the greatest.
Tonight, I realized my three good things were small but really kinda significant for me. I managed to get the family needs attended to (grocery, meals, driving), I managed to get the second day of my 5k training done (whining all the way, but it happened), and I managed to quilt for almost an hour before the March 15 deadline.
Most days it feels like constant tension between what I want to do, what I need to do, and what I have to do, and I feel like nothing gets the attention it requires and I fail at meeting the needs of everyone and everything that *has* needs. I think this is really the parent’s dilemma. Actually, not even the parent’s dilemma, but the dilemma of anyone who is passionate/driven/engaged/interested/motivated with respect to more than one thing at a time. I think we’ve all felt it.
So that was my good day. Small, yes. Satisfying? Yes, quietly so. A good day, and I hope to make more of them like this. Sometimes it’s not the fanfare that’s important, it’s the steady march forward, one foot in front of the other.
And just because I came across it, I will post a link to a writeup of one of my favorite artists, Ann Wood. Love the way her work makes me feel.