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i hear your “slow progress is still progress” and raise you “sometimes you will find yourself making no progress and that is okay”
we’re human and we’re not always going to be progressing every minute of our lives, and sometimes we need extra help to get to where we want to be and there’s nothing wrong with that
despite all my saddened rage i am still just a girl in her room watching her silly little films, reading her silly little books, listening to her silly little playlists
This is not a fucking game, this is your actual life. Those mornings wasted scrolling as soon as you wake up for 1 hour plus are over. You’re done watching other peoples lives, because your life is about to become a highlight reel. YOU are the main character. YOU are living the life of your absolute dreams. YOU are finally making the moves you have been imagining. Your wardrobe FINALLY reflects everything you’ve been visualising. When you look in the mirror you feel like an absolute GODDESS, BEAUTIFUL, RADIANT. You wake up and feel so ENERGISED. You’ve created a life that excites you, that motivates you, that fulfils you. Feel it, breathe into it. It’s all yours babygirl.
I keep coming back lately to how f*cked up it was that my dad never let me mess anything up. Oh no, don’t climb out the window and sit on the roof–you’ll damage the shingles. So I put out beach towels and was extra careful, and he still got mad. Some of my best childhood memories were sitting out on that roof with my brother or my friends. Man f*ck the shingles. We sold that house a year later anyway. I waited years for him to fix the toilet paper roll holder in an upstairs bathroom–then one day just broke down and fixed it myself. It took me 5 minutes. And he was mad because I didn’t use the right kind of screws. F*ck the right screws. It looked perfect and it worked just fine, at least until I moved out. Now I’ve been out here living with a bunch of rogue ranchers and old engineers and it’s given me a whole new perspective on life. The first day I moved onto this ranch the owner got out an electric saw and cut a hole straight through a sewer pipe. I nearly panicked! Like–YOU CAN JUST DO THAT?!?! Just break something?! It was a horrible job! But BAM–it was done! And that sh*t changed my whole worldview. Last week I helped remodel a bridge with some spare logs and a pickaxe. I’ve sawed open the roof of my house and glued it back together. I’ve torn wall fixtures off and burned them in a bonfire.
GO AHEAD! BREAK IT. Wear down the shingles. Cut holes through the wall. Get mud on the sofa. Put stickers on your car. Break the world around you just a little instead of living in fear of losing resale value you rarely get back anyway. It’ll be fine.
This is excellent advice, and carries through into parenting. I always made sure that when my kids were in a destructive mood or wanted to pick at something, they could just- do that. Here’s a clump of mint, you can smush it, chop it up, pull all the leaves off the stem - no problem. Here’s a piece of wood with the bark coming loose, you can pick it that to your heart’s content. I was lucky, I guess, that on a farm there’s always something expendable that can just be ruined for the fun of it. Toddler’s get SO much enjoyment out of deconstructing stuff - and even more if you make a big fuss over how “well” they did it. Look at all the chopped mint! It smells wonderful!
