It’s been said in the past.

Some people believed I could only fail.

I’d like to say that I knew right away they were wrong. I could face every challenge. I was positive there was nothing but good times ahead.

I’d like to say that.

I wish that was true.

I sat in my room and considered the words of others meant to make me unsure of what I could do.

I decided I would rather try and fail than never try at all.

I got rid of the voices that predicted my failure.

I gave it everything I had.

It gave back.

The New Aiming Low

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At Babble today, I wrote about being the parent of hospital patient

There are some days I just feel like FAIL.

I may get certain things accomplished. I may find some tasks done. In all reality, my day was pretty full.

But it’s always the things I remember forgetting that haunt me.

It’s the list that never quite gets done.

It’s believing the motto of Aiming Low for everyone else. But knowing that “good enough” doesn’t work for me. I don’t get to accept myself as is.

My whole world of progress relies on never being satisfied.

I get to believe in the message that people are too damn hard on themselves and they don’t let themselves enjoy the NOW.

I do believe it.

I just don’t live it.

So I keep pushing myself past the fail point.

Tomorrow.

The day after that.

And after that.

Until it’s time to set a new goal.

Except the thing that happened in the Peruvian prison. That stays between me and the midgets. And the guy from the gas station. And the bunny.

But no further.

You may have missed my post at Aiming Low.

The one where I get my religion on, but in a different way.

Pete said this other day when we were talking about a lot of things that needed SOMETHING.

I have this site and Aiming Low that I’m building up.

25 writers I love talking to each day.

We’re organizing events at BlogHer and TypeAParent.

The freelance thing I do.

I’m building another site with Faiqa and Janet.

There’s meetings to build up the business-side of things.

I’m always mom to the three most fascinating people EVER.

I’m married to the one guy who makes a world with no coffee worth….well….no one could make THAT work, but he IS pretty cool.

Dr Pain.

Electrifying myself.

Making things that don’t want to still have to.

Then there’s the book I agreed to write.

Speaking at conferences and travel.

Sometimes I miss those naps. And stay up too late. Try to squeeze a few more minutes into my day.

And I’m tired.

I have to remind myself that my body can’t take constant pressure.

It can’t handle the reckless speed I used to throw myself into everything.

I have to be more careful.

I have to be selfish.

It starts with naps.

I will own them again.