I’m working on learning not to keep track of what I haven’t gotten done…

and practicing an awareness of what I have done.

Some days it’s not about writing lengthy, eloquent blog posts, cleaning the whole house to impress some random person who might drop by, or painting a great piece of art…

Some days it’s all about sitting in the emergency room, smearing a layer of paint on an art journal page which may never be “finished”, and running a half-full dishwasher load without remembering to add the detergent.

Some days it’s about acknowledging that the tears that randomly flow are valid and not weakness… a sign that while the work may not be done – I am done and it is time to rest.

Like the journal page, most things are never really finished – the dishes, the laundry, the dust will wait.

Today, I am holding the belief that what I have done (imperfectly) is enough and that I am enough and even though I am not certain of this (yet) it is enough for today.

“Sometimes the interruptions are the work.” Andi Ashworth