Honestly, sometimes I probably love that. It feeds into my secret wish to do it all.
I want to be able to do it all.
I often push myself. shame myself. blame myself for my inability to do it all.
I wish I could cook amazing dinners, design pinterest worthy craft projects for my kids, keep a perfect house, have a rock solid body, run 3 non profits, change the world, walk with the wounded and be a fabulous friend, sister, daughter, granddaughter and eventually wife.
Wanna know the truth?
I can't do it all.
I don't do it all.
In fact, I eat ChickFilA a LOT instead of cooking dinner.
My kids don't have amazing, healthy, beautifully packed lunches. They eat at school (gasp, I know).
No crazy pinterest projects around here (unless, of course, I am doing it to raise money for Uganda).
And today...I bit the bullet and really began to walk out the truth that I am not even supposed to do it all.
For months, my parents have been practically begging to help me in this one area.
My mom and dad have both told me over and over and over again, "there are things that ONLY you can do, Brandi. Everything else, let someone help with those things."
Still, I hesitated. Wasn't I SUPPOSED to do it all?
Wasn't I supposed to be able to do whatever was on my plate + keep a clean house + make dinner every night + be an amazing mama?
nope. I can't do it all.
So today, wanna know what happened?
Someone - actually 4 someones - came and CLEANED MY HOUSE.
Yep. My parents hired a housekeeping service.
I am beginning to sink into this truth that I can't do it all. That what I do...is enough.
I can't do it all. And I shouldn't. I should only do what I am called to do and give up what I can give up or what I'm not called to do.
So, yep. I will run 3 non profits. I work nearly 16 hours a day on this (yeah, I know that isn't super healthy). I will be an amazing mama. I will walk with people in hard places. Everything else? I'm going to let it be ok that I'm not the best at those things.
Confessions:
Someone else cleans my house.
My laundry is in a basket waiting to be folded.
Dinner is often take-out.
I didn't work out today.
And that's ok.
I will do what I can do. Nothing more. Nothing less. Because guess what? It's enough.
No super heroes here. Just people - doing what they can with what they have. And that's enough.
