This past week I've been the VIP at my own personal pity party. Anything and everything I could beat myself up for I have. Including but not limited to:
Despite training for 2 full marathons and 2 half marathons, I still haven't lost that last ten pounds of baby love.
I have an annoying rash on my chin that the dermatologist has diagnosed as perioral dermatitis. Basically, I have a rash near my mouth. Um, yeah thanks. That's $35 I'll never get back. I could have used WebMD to figure that one out.
Everyone and their mother runs faster then I do.
The fear that I'm a terrible mother that does nothing but snap and scream at her children.
So I did what any self respecting woman with 2 young children does when she's stressed, I cleaned. I didn't just straighten up or do the dishes, I spot cleaned my carpet with my recently acquired Bissell Little Green Clean machine.
As I sprayed, scrubbed, and suctioned every little spot, mark and stain something occurred to me. My spirit, recently, has looked very much like my living room carpet. A few dark spots that are glaringly obvious and ruining the overall look. I need to do something for my attitude akin to busting out my spot cleaner for my carpet.
Otherwise, the words that come out of my mouth, my behavior and the impression I leave with others will look like this...
|end result of my angry spot cleaning carpet session|
Dirty, stanky, grimy water.
I need to let it all go. I need to let go of what type of mother I think I should be, of how fast a runner I should be. I need to let go of my petty jealously and endless need to compare myself to others.
I need the hugs, kisses, and love from my children to be enough. I need the act of running to be enough. I need to be enough for myself.
The alternative isn't very pretty.