My daddy raised me. This means I’m kind of…extreme. Whether it be on one end of the spectrum or the other, it’s what it is. No in between. I work hard or I don’t work at all. I cry hard or I don’t cry at all. I feel the way I feel and own it or I don’t feel at all. I love hard or I don’t love at all. I clean all the way or I don’t clean at all. People living in my house could take a few notes from that one.
It’s not a character flaw. At least, I don’t think of it that way now. I used to. What I think now is exactly what my Daddy taught me growing up:
Always jingle all the way. Nobody likes a half ass jingler.
Basically, if you’re gonna do something, do it. If you’re not gonna do it right, to the best of your ability, don’t even start.
Seriously, though. There’s that line between trying something and not being able to do it “all the way,” but in those moments I tend to recognize and quit before I waste my time going any further if I can’t do something to up my performance in whatever game it is I’m playing.
In the general, big picture, though? I’m one of those people who says, “go into anything with the intention to give it your all and do it right the first time, or don’t do it at all.” Because? Otherwise, really! What is the point?
It’s funny that I saw this this morning because this has been on my mind in a “kinda sorta” way as I’ve been writing writing writing the last few days, trying to decide whether to post the tidbits, or just let them pile up.
I think the thing I’m taking away from this is that sharing bits of it is part of my process. It’s part of organizing, it’s part of creating, it’s part of processing the words and the meanings behind them, and the feedback is always incredible. So I guess if I’m gonna jingle ALL the way, I’m gonna share bits of it as I go along… Sometimes a little at a time IS giving your all.
See, I’m realizing now that the reason I’ve struggled not only with my words the last day or so, but also with whether I’m doing the right thing with them, and my mom, and so many other things, is because my words might come from inside me but they’re not about me. They’re about sharing with others. And that’s why (and when) I always get stumped…when I try to make them just right – perfect – before I share them. It’s not about them being perfect. It’s about them just BEING – even when you think others won’t or can’t understand.
Love y’all… Thanks for your encouragement and kindness on my post about my mom. It means more than you know…