i like that quote. but in some ways that makes me weak. because i tend to fight my battles out here on the blog. or on the phone with friends...
not to mention the hundreds of my facebook friends who know the battle that i constantly face...
parking my suburban.
months ago a "friend" texted me a photo of my car. parked badly and asked if i was ok. i responded that i was fine. she said that it didn't look like it by the way i parked my car. all haphazardishly. like i was running into publix in a panic (which is totally plausible. publix emergencies are a weekly occurrence.)
i insisted that i park badly most of the time. my friend countered, "but you are such a good driver." which is true. i maintain that driving and parking are two totally separate skills. like reading and writing. one can be an excellent reader and a poor writer (see ME for an example. i am a fantastic reader. speed reader. but not a fantastic writer. i park like a write. overextended. out of the lines. haphazardly.)
so i started keeping a photographic record of my parking foibles and failures... to prove to my friend that i was a consistently bad parker. and i started posting said photos on facebook. to prove to the world that i cannot park. because i don't want the world to think that i am a roaring success at anything... except being a dismal failure at parking.
the really funny part is that ALMOST EVERY TIME i park i THINK that i got it right. that this time i nailed it. then i go into the store. the dentist office. the school. and it isn't until i come back out that i truly see my parking in its true form. as a failure. and then i take a photo. while laughing. and planning a witty quote to add on top of the photo of my dismal dereliction of space and line.
which is kind of how my life is going these days...
i think i have NAILED SOMETHING. like i have just completed the ultimate parenting coup d'etat. or managed to speak kindly to my husband for three days in a row when i have wanted to point out every one of his flaws. or found my dream job for next year. or at least a job that will pay me the $$$$$$ we need to cover millie's tuition to belmont. i think i have locked into perfection... and a few hours/days/minutes later when i look at it with fresh eyes, i realize that i have messed it up once again.
i am a perennially petulant mess. always needing an overflowing supply of grace that is unending. undeserved. and unasked for. because whenever i have it between the lines... i am hopelessly wrong. again.
