I’m oddly calm about the party we’re having tomorrow. We’ve invited seventyish people, so this feeling of zen I’m experiencing is really quite extraordinary.
I think the calm stems from a couple of philosophies that I’ve come upon since becoming a mother. First, I have a new vision of efficiency. If I have sixty uninterrupted minutes, my god! I can clean the entire house from top to bottom and still have time left over for a shower.
Second, I feel strongly the party needn’t be perfect. In fact (and this is kind of a shock), I think I might have given up on “perfect” altogether. This party, I realize, doesn’t have to be the best, most fabulous party anyone has ever been to. It must only be a good way to spend an hour on a Saturday afternoon -- it must only be good enough.
And that seems pretty stinkin’ manageable.
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I have adapted the same philosophy for my paper. Must only be good enough. I can live with that. I think.
Looking forward to the par-tay.
I think you should now write about what a huge success the party was and then hurry up and have another one.
bossy, bossy!!
i'm just about to work on a write up. also, i was wondering when YOU are having a party?? I for one, want to come to it.
That was bossy. I apologize.
Party when the paper's done, baby!
BTW: I'm pretty sure all this typing is making my forearms tingle. It all makes sense now.
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