I like it for this. I really do. You see because I was such a star kid. By thirty, I thought I’d have written couple books or started a successful company or produced a film or two and traveled a ton, done a lot of good for the community of humanity.
Yes, a tall order and some have done all of this. Just not me.
I have produced one rather bad film (if produced means listening to and obeying more or less blindly, the director’s and investor’s demands throughout the film), written one novel (ho-hum commercial success wise, lets not kid ourselves), traveled to the usual places, done a bit of good.
I’m like the person who imitates the art work or cooking or what have you on Pintrest with less than perfect results. A lot less. The souffle that didn’t quite rise or did but then collapsed and stands lopsided.
But I have decided that it is ok.
Because I am a kind person. Dr. Suess said, “If you’re kind, that’s it.”
Anything more than that I am going to take as a bonus.
We are all a little of this, a little of that. More of this, less of that. Sometimes I wish we would reveal our failures on Facebook, our fears our dilemmas. Leave the triumphs and cute, overachieving kids private. Wear our hearts on our sleeves. Tell it like it really is.
FB post for Monday December 14th:
You know what “Friends”, today I feel bloated and look about 7 months pregnant and no amount of Gas-X is helping. I didn’t almost nothing over the weekend except laundry and cooking. But on the bright side, I have come up with a few good ideas for my new novel.
Ok, so I will probably never do anything too earth shattering. I might write another book, start a company making some doodad or another, help more people. But I’m never going to live up to those star student expectations I gave myself in my tween and teen years, even up to my late twenties.
And I am going to start accepting that it is ok