On Pretending To Be Functional

Some days, I have it all together. My hair looks great, my make-up is flawless, my outfit is cute, I get in a morning workout, I pack a lunch, I kick butt at work all day long, I make dinner, I fold laundry, I pay bills, and then I sit down and work on my novel for a couple hours.

Most days, I definitely do not have it together.

Confession time: Last night, I came home, ate leftover pizza, and fell asleep on the couch at 7:30. This morning, I managed to get up and press play on my workout DVD, but I have to admit I didn’t try that hard, and I skipped the ab ripper section. It was all I could do not to go back to bed. Some days, putting pants on is an accomplishment above and beyond what I feel like I can do.

And this upsets me. Perhaps with good reason. I am 28 years old. I am a functioning member of society. I need to act that way.

But part of me knows that life is just like this sometimes, and you’re not always going to have on the perfect shade of lipstick or manage to keep up with the big dogs on your run. And what can you do but recommit, do your best, and have fun?

So that’s my mantra for this week: “Recommit, do your best, have fun.” Sounds good, right? What’s your mantra for the week?