Aiming for better (not perfect)
"I cannot make my days longer so I strive to make them better."
-Henry David Thoreau
This quote has become my guiding light as of late and, in big bold letters, hangs near our kitchen table. Maybe due to a roller coaster year of pandemic and chaos or perhaps it was jumping into the deep end of homeschooling without a life jacket… Either way, making today a tiny bit better than yesterday feels doable and approachable, and even forgiving. It allows for imperfection, which gives room for momentum, no matter how small or clumsy.
I figure that if all I ever do today is add a few more betters to the pile, I'll always be taking myself closer to the life I hope to live, to the person I'm trying to become.
What I’m currently adding to the pile:
Blankets ‘n’ Books
So many things (my writing, for one) have taken a backseat as I’ve researched and experimented my way through our first year of homeschool. And it’s been more fun than I thought possible! Where we’ve landed is what all three of us affectionately refer to as Blankets ‘n’ Books. Every morning—before the math or reading lessons or the phone calls or laundry—the couch and a pile of books beckon. So much learning, and more importantly, so much loving.
A big glassful of nutrients, downed in one delicious sitting. Plus nothing beats looking around the kitchen table to see a few cute green mustaches smiling back at you.
A few weeks ago, the kids and I went out with a big packet of seeds and a plan to fill our empty planters. Lots of love and sunshine later, Naomi and I discovered the first green sprouts—it was nothing short of magical. The couch under the window near our back patio has always been my happy place, and the budding marigolds easily take it to the next level.
I forgot how much I loved reading until this past Christmas when my family gave me a Kindle. Now thanks to a handy dandy stand, my hands don’t get tired from holding the pages of a book open. And with the option of customizable font size, my eye muscles don’t fizzle out and get blurry trying to read the small words. My muscles are loving the ease of reading again. My mind is being stretched. My soul is being fed.
Mercifully short to do lists
The smaller the list, the bigger the impact. Which makes better days almost inevitable.
Perfect may be out of reach, but thankfully perfect is not the goal. I can aim for better. Just better.
May your week be a bit better than last week, and may you celebrate every tiny effort added to the pile.
With love and hope,