However, if you can read Chinese and this
says something different blame Google.
So, back to my goal (I am squeamish even saying the word. I hate it for reals. Instant pressure, thank you very much). I was venting to one of my friends about the stresses of motherhood and how it feels like I am constantly behind on all fronts. I went on and on about my need to get organized and all my big plans, and she made a good suggestion. Pace yourself. What? That is crazy talk. Why shouldn't I jump in with both feet? Then I can totally stress myself out about destressing and getting organized. Now you can see the problem. Okay, maybe she has a point there. New plan: I am going to take it slow. Then things seem more doable. If I say this month I am going to just organize my finances, that seems possible. If I say I am going to organize my money, my house, my work, my life and my yard, that seems a little more overwhelming. You dig? Therefore, I will listen to this wise friend of mine and take baby steps. It doesn't matter how fast I am getting it all together, it just matters that I am getting it all together.
None of us are perfect. We are all works in progress. These days I feel more like a Picasso than a Monet. Instead of an ear here and a hand there with some crazy boxes in between that give the vague impression of a person, I want to be lots of colors and swirls that together make one big understandable picture. I will be a Monet if it kills me. Which it won't because I am pacing myself. Baby steps to zen. Baby steps to the new me. Baby stepping into making my life the way I want it to be.
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