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Today I’ve been working on some recipes, typing up one that is just about ready to photograph and enjoying the beginning stages of exploration for another. I’m trying to get better about planning, posting to social media, and all things blog related.
It’s hard, though. I work a full-time job that is often very demanding of my time. I’m looking around my house as I write this at all the many, many things that need to be done that I just cannot seem to keep up with. The laundry that needs folded is mocking me from the basket that has been sitting in the living room for longer than I care to admit. Most days I beat myself up about it, some days more than others.
I’m vowing to stop that today or at least become more aware of it when I find myself doing it.
I was reading this article on meditation for weight loss. It occurred to me that I do this to myself not just about my appearance, but about a lot of things. A LOT OF THINGS.
It needs to stop. I need to learn to be more accepting of myself and embrace my flaws. I feel guilty about doing some of the things I really enjoy doing when I have so many things that seem to need doing staring at me. Will the world end if that basket of laundry doesn’t get folded for a while? Nope. Is it going to be okay if my shoes end up just about everywhere but my closet? Probably. Ultimately, what needs to get done will get done, and I need to accept that my world does not have to be perfect.
Someday, I might even be able to love my flabby arms and pillowy belly. It’s part of me. It’s who I am now. And all my many imperfect parts deserve to be loved just the way they are. Especially by me. Most importantly by me.
