Real Love Looks Like…

A parent saying no to a child’s request when it is not in his/her best interest even though it is hard to be the “bad cop”

Helping a beloved furry love move on when their life has become filled with pain

My father chronicling my mother’s daily meds and health with incredible detail as her caregiver at the end of her life

Watching my grandparents head out for a walk, seeing them simultaneously reach for the other’s hand without looking

The way my husband takes care of the car and I do the shopping

That he professes to love the parts of my body that I so do not

The people who maintain a community garden as volunteers, on the weekend

A father reading a book aloud to his daughter on the train instead of giving her a screen to watch

Happy Valentines Day! My husband and I work hard on our marriage every day. We consciously choose to do so. That is real love to me, and something I am grateful for and appreciative of every day.

So no grand gestures of love needed for me this or any other February 14th.

Every day is a gift we give each other.

What does real love look like to you?

#reallove #everydayisvalentinesday

Unresectable

I don’t need a mnemonic device to remember you

You’re literally etched into the stone of my being

I couldn’t get rid of you if I tried

And believe me, I have, with all my might

Tried. To. Forget. You.

No priest could exorcise you from my soul

Nor surgeon excise you from my spirit

We are inextricably linked, now, forever

I have learned to grow around you

Like a tree around a stone.

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: mnemonic

Mr. Right

“Oh no, I must insist you that you sit down and let me do it,” she said to no one in particular as she began to scrape the remnants of her Stouffer’s lasagna microwave dinner from its plastic container into the garbage can, shaking her head in playful admiration at the gallantry of the imaginary man who often joined her for dinner.

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: insist

Done is Better Than Perfect

Well, it happened.

I thought I published yesterday’s post, but I just saw that I did not.

There is a part of me devastated by this error.

I call this part of me “Perfectionista.”

If I am not vigilant, she drives me. She wants to get things right. She wants to be the best at whatever she does, all the time. To be seen as the best. Perfect.

She hates making mistakes.

So breaking my daily posting streak of many months? Not going over well with her.

I try to reason with her. Technically, I did write it yesterday, and though clearly I messed up and only thought I published it, I created it yesterday. And after all, the point of me doing it daily is so that I do at least one creative act daily to stay connected to my creativity. That’s it.

So cool. I did that. Yay me!

But that part of me, Perfectionista, she wants more. And what she wants has to do with what she thinks others think of her.

And she is loud.

She creates suffering for me. She is going to incessantly remind me of this flaw, trying to create a very unsettled feeling that will saturate my system.

“You blew it,” she says.

Hers is a world of extremes, of black and white thinking, of a self-generated pressure to meet somewhat randomly selected standards and performance deadlines and levels or else…

She lives in world with an almost life and death internal pressure to seem perfect to others.

I cannot live from her world view. It’s too exhausting, too exacting. And empty.

I. Just. Can’t.

My world? I try to simplify these days. What a waste of precious time, worrying what others will think about me missing a randomly-decided goal.

More and more, it’s about doing my best on any given day and letting that be more than enough.

Don’t get me wrong: I still strive to be “the best.”

The best I can be on any given day.

As for what others think of that? No longer my business, thank you very much.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: simplify