From 2024: This draft got updated in 2020… and then probably didn’t get published because like, I wasn’t ok through all of the pandemic and a lot of people really weren’t ok, so it seemed like, kind of a tone-deaf post and then when it wasn’t tone-deaf politics were bringing me down (I assume Trump’s election is why it didn’t get posted originally). Politics are still terrible, but… I mean, they do put things in perspective.
Do I really have it together now? I’m not as sure! But I think I really did have it together back in 2015. It’s been a rough decade or so. I blame Citizens United.
From July 2020: This post is from 2015! Just sitting there, in the drafts, unpublished! As an update, High School English seems to have beaten DC1’s perfectionist tendencies out of hir.
From 2015:
There’s a common theme on some of the more… dramatic… lifestyle blogs. This idea that nobody has it together. Everybody fights with their spouse. Everybody has massive major problems. They’re just lying and pretending that everything is ok.
On the whole, yes, I mostly have it together. And that’s ok.
Not like I don’t do stupid things: See recent trip sans credit card. But it’s hard not to see the humor in that, and I’m very good at pushing the annoyance out to the CC company and not to myself. This is why I had a back-up plan, why I kept calling the first company, but it’s irritating when the back-up plan fails. And I know I’m supposed to use the CC at least once a year, but meh, I have a lot going on and I’m going to forget from time to time. I don’t think this means anything deep about me.
I do get very stressed out at work on occasion. But these stresses are usually because of taking opportunities. I’ve done research long enough that I know it’s messy and sometimes I am just going to fail flat on my face. But that is far better than not taking chances at all, and every failure really is a learning experience. That doesn’t help when I feel like I’m back in grad school with a paper due on a short deadline that I haven’t even started that someone really important is going to be judging me on but I can’t work on it because I have these five other much easier projects where I know what I’m supposed to do also looming. But I also know that more famous people than I will end up submitting something crappier than I did and that there will be second and third chances to redeem myself before a final deadline. If I end up not getting included, that sometimes happens with even very good papers, and at least I tried. I feel a lot calmer though when I have a path going forward– it’s the omigod omigod what am I going to do that freaks me out. When that’s happening I’m too stressed to blog about it. When it’s over I wonder what the big deal was.
Yes, my husband and my marriage and my family life really are as idyllic as advertised. So is #2’s. I don’t know if it’s that we both married our high school sweethearts so we’ve gotten all our major fights out decade ago, or if it’s that our husbands are chill amazing guys (they are), or what, but there’s trust and teamwork.
My kids are great. Age seven was a bit of a pill, but age eight is much better. We still have worries about perfectionism with DC1. DC2’s eczema has cleared up and zie has outgrown hir food allergies. They’re both amazing and wonderful and challenging and active and tiring and they want to be good kids. I cannot complain.
I really just don’t worry about my appearance. I’m sure if many of you had my appearance you’d worry about it (and you’d look a lot nicer even though you were worrying, or because of it). I just can’t care and I don’t have to because it’s fine if I look a bit dowdy at work.
Making more money than I ever dreamed (especially since my dreams were not actually that big– I dream bigger now) helps a lot. Once we passed a certain savings level it was a lot easier to say, “well, it’s only money and we have money.” (This was true even when “certain savings level” was a 6K emergency slush fund, but now we can handle losing bigger amounts like 4.5K prepaid to a daycare that goes out of business.)
My life now is just so much better than it was in middle school (something I still, deep down, probably haven’t gotten over) that I can’t complain.
Sometimes genuinely bad things happen. Infertility. Miscarriage. Pets die. Grandparents die. Mothers get cancer. Fathers get shingles. Extended family members get into horrible financial difficulties or teenage pregnancy or trouble with the law. These are real and horrible. The kind of things that put minor stuff in perspective.
So, what’s the point: 1. Not everybody is lying. 2. How a person reacts to setbacks is important. 3. Don’t manufacture problems because you want to be “brutally honest” unless you’re a performance artist.