Not Good Enough

Our apartment is a mess. There are clean clothes that need a home and dirty dishes fill the sink. This makes me feel not good enough. Because, you know, I am a woman. Which obviously means that on top of working 60-80 hours a week, grocery shopping and cooking, my home should also be spotless. I'm not good enough. Because I cannot do all of this in one week. Because I need time for me, to relax. But, this means not cleaning. And this means my home is a mess. And this makes me anxious. Because I am not good enough.

Of course, I know this is not true. I am good enough. I'm just making choices about what is most important. The house will get clean when I have some free time. It's ok to just do nothing sometimes. It's ok to take care of myself instead of taking care of clutter and dirty dishes and unswept floors.

But I still feel not good enough.

May 1, 2011

I usually don't talk much about politics. It rarely accomplishes anything good. However, this article that Cecily of Uppercase Woman posted a link to really struck home. We haven't won anything, but we have lost so much.

The Agitator - He Won