Oh, the what-if's.
Yesterday we talked about how it is a-okay to not be perfect. But. There's a fine line here. Because, while we are all amazing in our own sweet imperfect way, it's not okay to settle for mediocre. It's not okay to let that little voice convince you to stop, give up, or give in.
Take for example, my dishes. My dishwasher is otherwise disguised as my two sweet little hands and the only garbage disposal that exists in my house doubles as two, four-legged, tail-wagging, man-eaters who prefer dumpster diving over actually eating men. So you can understand, then, why I despise cleaning up after dinner and why sometimes I'd rather let one of my many personal chefs cook dinner. It's one thing to accept that I'm not probably going to ever have a real dishwasher in my current house; but, it's a complete other thing to give-up on the whole having-a-house-that-hugs-me-back thing, feel defeated because I have to do it myself, tell myself that I don't deserve to have nice things if I can't have dishwasher, let all my dishes pile up, and become a hoarder eating off of paper plates while the real ones grow things in the sink. Ok. So, maybe it wouldn't be that serious. But it could be.