That wretched greasy stain. 2



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I want to write and pretend I have it all together. But I don’t.

Today I feel incapable of imparting wisdom.

I just want to rest. I just want to be myself without worrying about trying harder, trying to be something I’m not naturally.

Sometimes it feels so complicated. Oh, to try to make it simple…but there are just so many variables.

Surely we are all just trying the best we can? Yet we start our days and don’t feel good enough. We haven’t got up early enough. We haven’t gone to bed early enough. We haven’t spent time quietly, or exercised, or walked the dog. We’ve growled at the kids before we’ve given them a morning kiss hello. We’ve growled at ourselves for letting them watch too much TV – even though we know it brought us a little bit of peace and sanity.

We know we’ve procrastinated. That wretched thing called procrastination. That greasy, grimy stain that just won’t wash out. It sucks. My knuckles are raw from trying to scrub it out of my life. My emotions…well they don’t know where they belong….one minute up and one minute down.

My kid says she’s afraid we don’t love her. Why? Because I had to let her experience the consequences of her actions. That sucks. She said so. She said she doesn’t like the way it feels. No I don’t like it either. But that’s life.

Consequences. If only I could get my head around that. 

Imagine if I could tell myself before every wrong choice: “I won’t like the way it feels if I make the wrong choice here. I won’t like the way I feel about myself. I won’t like that I failed my best friend, my kids, my husband…myself.”

I wish I was strong enough every day to remember how it felt. If I could be disciplined enough to know without a doubt that the immediate gratification of reading that book, mindlessly checking instagram or facebook for the hundredth time, starting something new because that’s easier than finishing, or putting off till tomorrow what could be done today, means that ultimately I will miss out. I will increase my anxiety, I will become overwhelmed by my to do list, and I will have loads of unfinished business. 

But too often, I make the wrong choice…again. It sucks. But I do.

Self-respect says, “Remember how it feels, make a choice worthy of respect”. I say, “But I’m enjoying this too much”. Or sometimes, “I’m just too scared”.  Self-respect asks, “Which will feel better in the end?”  I say, “Bahhh humbug….I’ve got my reasons…go away”. I know what I have to do, but doing it is so much harder. At least for me.  

But that is my rant today. Perhaps yours is different. Maybe you don’t have a rant…or a wretched greasy stain.

Or maybe you do.

Being real,

Esther

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About Esther Murray

Esther is a reader and a thinker and has always loved to write as a way of steering the intensity of thought into the invigorating energy of words. She enjoys exploring her quiet creative side, but also thrives on an animated and passionate conversation. Esther spent her childhood ‘overseas’ and can’t help but be shaped by this depth of experience. She has a Bachelor of Social Work and has a heart for the marginalised. She has a deep desire to see relationships flourish, people encouraged and the spiritual embraced. Esther lives in Perth, Western Australia and is married to Clive. Together they are investing their love and energy into raising their three young daughters.


2 thoughts on “That wretched greasy stain.

  • Jo

    Thanks for being real, I can sooo relate & have been majorly beating myself up about my lack of perfection as a wife & mother today! Not feeling so bad about it all now so thanks again & hopefully we can get up earlier tomorrow for that qt before it all begins again!

  • Esther Murray Post author

    Thanks so much for taking the time to comment Jo. I’m so glad you were encouraged – it helps me too knowing I am not the only one out there struggling with the everyday and beating myself up for it! I friend of mine wrote to me that ‘honesty is empowering’ and I think it is…it can be the springboard to knowing how to move forward, being honest with ourselves about our sometimes unhealthy desire for perfection, and forgiving ourselves in our failures. Here’s to a new day tomorrow…and the next!

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