Saturday, September 30, 2006

Aim High or Low???


A few have commented that I am not a "Domestic Disaster," and although they have not seen my house or my grocery list lately, I appreciate the support. I don't call myself a D.D. because I truly believe I am, I call myself that so I have nothing to live up to. Dave always wants to aim high--so he gets as far as he can. I always want to aim low so I'm sure to achieve my goals and not have a (or yet another) reason to be disapointed in myself. I guess that is the difference between one who has never worried about self image and one who has worried too much about self image.

Of the many many blessings that have come with my children, especially Joseph (who is autistic for anyone who doesn't know) is incredible freedom from worry about self image. I really don't give a hoot anymore what anyone thinks of me. I'm truly dancing as fast as I can, doing my best, and that's all I can do. I'm looking at taking on some new responsibilities at work, and feeling a new confidence that is refreshing. Is this what being 50 and perimenopausal is all about? If so, why does it take so long! So far, my fiftieth year is one of my best ever...

4 comments:

meowmama said...

So glad to hear that your 50th year is one of your best ever. Your boys look so wonderful in the pictures as well as you and Dave. I go back and forth on whether or not I care what people think of me. Just when I think I don't care, something happens and I realize that I do! I've realized in the past few years that I am definitely a perfectionist which can be a blessing and a curse. I often avoid doing things so I won't disappoint myself if they don't get done to my "standards". I've learned to let this go a little bit. Especially when it comes to cooking - I'd be really stupid to think every meal could come out perfectly. . . .but there's always the hope!

Anonymous said...

Here's a quote to go with your post...

And remember this motto to live by:
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used
up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"

Aunt Lora said...

Where did you get the great quote! Can I have chocolate in both hands?

Anonymous said...

I got it from some e-mail thing. (I keep a quote file.) Yes, you can have chocolate in both hands. I know I do!!!