On Life Mottos.
If my grandmother were to have had a Life Motto, it would have been something like
"If you're not going to do it right, don't do it at all."
In which "right" meant "her way or the highway".
Or maybe "if you're going to do a half-assed job, then don't even bother."
I can't even begin to tell you the number of times I heard some variation of those two while I was growing up. To paraphrase a tumblr friend, perfectionism is a hell of a drug.
But I? I have come to the conclusion that no matter how bad part of my brain thinks it is, "half-assed is better than no-assed" IS a good Life Motto.
Because half-assed IS better than no-assed.
Something IS better than nothing.
And I refuse to let that part of my grandmother that lives in my brain to make me feel ashamed because I didn't do something absolutely pristinely perfect the first time around. I'm human, not a fucking Rosie-bot.
It's taken me nearly 40 years to figure that out. Man, parents really fuck you up sometimes.
I can only hope I don't pass along the same fucked-up-ness to my kids. (I've probably fucked them up regardless, but can it at least be a different fucked up? Please, universe? Thanks.)















