Last night I had what felt like a million things going on at once – in a really tight space. I was baking cupcakes, putting away clean dishes, and taking care of laundry.
Okay, not a million things, but you catch my drift.
After I successfully iced my cupcakes, cleaned up the kitchen and folded all the laundry without one tear shed or obscenity yelled, I couldn’t help but have an ‘aha!’ moment. Like, holy shit – I’m kind of getting the hang of things.
After we got married and I did our laundry for the first time, I cried when I tried to fold Cory’s undershirts. I had never tried to fold anything so big.
I tried so hard to make them neat and tidy like my little shirts, but it was messy. I calculated how expensive it would be to buy new undershirts every week and just adopt a disposable system – but unless I wanted to pick up a second job, that wasn’t happening.
And the first time I tried to bake cookies in college, they were cookies from a bag. You know, you have to add an egg, roll them into balls and put them in the oven. The cookie bag read Ready in 20 minutes! Perfect.
I didn’t realize that 20 minutes included prep time. Let’s just say, I wept over black rocks that were meant to be chocolate chip cookies.
What I’m trying to say is, last night I stopped for a minute to cut myself some slack and realized that I’m not half bad. And that’s a good thing to feel sometimes! You should try it, too!
Let’s chat – What’s something you’ve gotten better at that seemed “hopeless” at first glance?