Last September I pledged to stop trying so hard to be good enough. Instead, inspired by my good friend, I’m trying to be bad enough. Bad enough that I know I have lived my life well and fully. Bad enough that I don’t look back on this time in another 15 years and lament how I wasted it being so very good.
Trying to be bad enough doesn’t come naturally to me. For a good portion of my life my identity was all wrapped up in being the good girl, and making other people happy. In many ways it still is. But I’m trying, man. I’m really, really trying. Today I’m sharing some of the ways that I’m being bad enough.
This is me, being bad enough
Nine Ways to be Bad Enough
- This post was not scheduled in advance to run at exactly 6:00am Pacific time. When it was 11:30pm last night and I hadn’t started writing it yet, I decided that it could wait until tomorrow while I caught up on Glee.
- Yesterday I declined to complete a work task that had been assigned to me, when it became clear just how very much effort it was going to entail. It turns out you can just say no to some things. Liberating!
- Yoga pants. I love them. I wear them, even though I haven’t done yoga in ages. I don’t care if they’re less than fashionable.
- After a stint of trying to prepare a hot breakfast every day, I have embraced cold cereal as our morning meal of choice. It’s fast. It’s easy. The kids like it – and they can even make it themselves. Score one for me!
- I have discovered the wonder of Saturday morning cartoons. Plunk your kids in front of the TV when they wake up, and voila, you get an extra hour of sleep. Genius!
- I regularly spoil my dinner by eating chocolate. And I don’t even feel bad about it.
- I have a cleaning lady who comes every two weeks to help keep my house from becoming completely unlivable. I have stopped cleaning before she comes. Let her judge my slovenly ways, I can take it.
- I have let myself off the hook on some volunteer commitments. It feels good to let those things go.
- For the first time in my life, I quit a job, and resigned as the webmaster for my local arts council. I no longer had the time for it. It was really freeing. Everyone understood why. It was really good.
What about you – how are you being bad enough?