The Fine Art of Half-Assing Life

I have thought about writing a book.  For the longest time, I haven't known what to write about it.  But it occurred to me today that I have a lot of experience in half-assing things.  And so, I've decided if I ever get around to finishing a book (because I have started writing several) that it should be on the Fine Art of Half-Assing Life.

I haven't intended to be an expert in this field.  In fact, I spend a lot of time berating myself because I AM an expert in this field.  I have friends who are extremely successful, like really successful, extraordinary friends.   I have one friend who is a manager of a Behavioral Health unit and has like 100s of employees working for her.  She is successful.  But she is also genuinely a good person and I couldn't be happier to see her succeed. But she is just further proof that success is possible leaving me with less and less of an excuse.

Now, I'm not saying I want to be a career woman.  I only half want to be one.  And that's the problem.  I half want success in the workplace and I half want to be a stay at home mom.  Half of me is always dissatisfied.  I'm not a good stay-at-home mom either, by the way.  I've included some pictures of my most obvious domestic failures.

The pictures below are of our socks.  I started off with one sock basket.  When socks came out of the dryer, I would put them in the basket.  When someone needed a pair of socks, they dug through the basket to find a close-enough match.  Ta-da.  The basket became a little overwhelming so I have recently instituted two sock baskets. One has socks that I match as soon as they come out of the dryer.  The other basket has all the socks I don't match when they come out of the dryer.  I like this system a little better.  Now there are always some matching socks.  Ta-da!!  Feel free to use this system by the way.  No charge for my helpful advice.

Un-Matched Socks Straight From the Dryer

Matched Socks.........

I am completely lacking a green thumb.  My sweet husband bought me this plant several months ago. I love it.  But I forget to water it.   The only reason it isn't totally dead is because sometimes my husband waters it.  Hubby also bought some cute little red-solo cup lights and strung them up for me. They are currently out of batteries but hey.......  I'm half-assing it, right?

I don't know that there is a really strong point in this particular blog post.  I guess, somedays I want to know I am not the only one who can't get it right.  And you might need some solidarity today too.  Maybe next week I'll write about the advantages of being mediocre at everything but for today, I'm just going to rest in the fact that I'm not the only one.  I'm not the only one, am I?