Perfect Imperfections

My name is Gali, and I'm a perfectionist. 

If that sentence reminded you of the share format of alcoholics anonymous, that was the point. Perfectionism, for me, feels like an addiction. The craving for organization amidst the chaos, and the guilt when I inevitably make a mess, is exactly like an addiction. 

Sometimes it feels like every area of my life is chaotic - my home, my relationships, my health, the list goes on. The joy and the curse of motherhood is that we constantly live in a world of the perfectly imperfect. Yes, 10 years from now my kids might remember that I rarely swept the floor, and that might affect their own future choices about how to maintain a household. They'll also remember the many times that we baked together, walked the neighborhood together, sang silly songs together. Perfectly imperfect. 

High-functioning anxiety plays a role too. Do I put so much pressure on myself to be perfect because I'm terrified to fail? Because the concept of imposter syndrome resonates so deeply with my life experience? Yep. And now that I recognize that anxiety isn't just shaking hands and a racing heart, it can also manifest in overthinking and overlapping and overstepping, well now I can get help.

Did you notice the rainbow, or the out of order colors, or both?

Whether its medication or mediation, therapy regularly or joining a gym, confiding in a friend, or registering for mt friend's course "Firing Ms. Perfect" ... awareness is way more than half the battle. My ducks are not in a row, heck I'm pretty sure there's a duck hanging with the dust bunnies under the couch and another trying to climb out of the pile of clothes on the bedroom floor, and that's okay.

So I confess that I'm perfectly imperfect. The acceptance part... I'll get back to you on that.

I know in my rational mind that I AM enough and AM loved, if I could only convince my heart of the same life would be peachy. 

Wishing you peace, love, and acceptance of the inevitable imperfections.

Xoxo,

Mama Gali 

Give Me Just 3 Minutes of Your Time, I Dare You...

 "Time Well Wasted" - a new original poem 11/6/2020

"Time Well Wasted" 

- a new Gali Rosas original poem 11/6/2020

When your time runs out,

Whenever that might be,

Will you wish you'd done more?

When your time runs out,

Whether that's time today, time this weekend,  time in your life,

Will you be proud of all that you've accomplished?

When your time runs out,

And it's winding slowly down,

Will you look back on your choices with regret?

Ask yourself what it looks like,

When your time runs out,

And if you don't like the answer,

Choose a different choice. 

You always have options,

Even if you feel stuck,

And you're never alone 

In this journey.

#TimeWellWasted #Poem #FreebieFriday #GoForthAndBeAwesome

How long do you spend mindlessly scrolling? It's okay, I won't judge, my number is far higher than I'm proud to admit. 

What would you do with that time, if you could do anything in the world, and not fail? 

So often we procrastinate, we hesitate, we doubt our abilities, until suddenly, quick as a wink, quick as a blink, our hourglass is empty. We each are gifted with 1,440 minutes in each day/night, not a minute more, and not a minute less. How will YOU choose to spend your minutes?

- Will you give 110% at your job?

- Will you constantly tidy up, and keep a spotless home? 

-Will you pray without ceasing, and give your cares to God, or stress about everything, and constantly count down? 

-Will you make the world a better place, using what unique talents your own personal blend of nature and nurture has provided?

There is no one exactly like you on this planet or any other, and the world needs what you have to offer. So today, as you consider the minutes you have left, how will you choose to spend them?

Take back your time,
choose choice!

Your time is valuable, even if it's just scrolling time, and you have choices. Thank you for reading this far. Consider giving me just 3 minutes of your time, to read a recent post or watch a recent video, you won't regret it or your money back! #3MinuteChallenge

XoXo and Love Ya Lots,

MamaGali

Just One Person

Do you ever feel like your dreams or desires are too huge/impossible, so what's the point in even trying?

I wonder how many of our heroes felt the same. 

When someone that we admire dies, memorials and obituaries usually focus on their accomplishments and their impact on others. 

How often have you seen or heard a comment about an idolized person, "she was plagued by self-doubt" or "He wasn't even that special"... not often, right?

We put these people up on a pedestal, because it gives on a excuse to expect less from ourselves. 

Ruth Bader Ginsburg was a rockstar, and her legacy will be written in the history books for years to come. Mahatma Ghandi was a legend, and I could never do what he did. Mother Theresa, Oprah, Donald Trump (yeah you read that right - keep reading) all these people are game-changers whether you agree with/align with their results or not. These are names that mean something (no comment on what they mean...). 

This is not a political post, this is not an invitation to attack one side or another. This is an invitation to stop holding yourself (and others!) back. Stop censoring your dreams and mine.

Yes, I'm just one person, but clearly, recent events have shown us that one person can havs a pretty amazing impact on the world. 

In the Passover Hagaddah, there is a song called "Dayenu" (sing it with me Hebrew school peeps!) - and it translates to "It would have been enough". Had God freed us from slavery and not smited our enemies, it would have been enough. Had God fed us in the desert and not given us the Torah it would have been enough. Had God done this and this and this and that, it would have been enough... and still He blessed us with more. 

So consider this. Had RBG fought and won 1 case in front of the Supreme Court, and not become a justice herself, it would have been enough. Had she championed women's right to work for equal pay without the level discrimination of the 1930s, it would have been enough. It would have been enough, but still she didn't rest, she didn't stop fighting for change, she kept pushing and working towards her goals. And wow what an impact she had. Whether you support her views or not, you can't deny that she left a legacy, and I'm here to tell you that so can you.

Stop telling yourself this "I'm just one person" (insert swear if you want) narrative.

Stop selling yourself short.

Yes, I'm just one person, but one person CAN change the world. So join me. Or don't. I'm gonna do it anyway 😁

If you liked what you read, and also if you didn't, click here for a catchy song with some pretty fun lyrics about the power of "little people" and don't ever think it's an insult to call me little, because my heart is big.

Xoxo 

Mama Gali