Don't let 'best of us' reality get the best of you

Lately, I've been thinking about realities.

Like the reality that you have four pairs of great jeans in your closet, and you can only fit into one.

Or the reality that you deeply love your children, and yet today,

you want to physically rip out their vocal cords if they sass you one

more time.

This is a complex issue, this living in two different realities —

the one that is the best of us and the one in which we are working on

it.

Sometimes, we can look at others and see their best reality. Their children are excellent students, and they're not even trying.

Or finances seem to flow like endless waters and they're not even budgeting.

While your reality is scraping, working long hours and still barely making basic ends meet.

Or the reality of a woman whose child seems to win all the school

contests of achievement or just seems to know pretty much everything,

like exactly where her children's Tylenol is kept. (I attended a

meeting at a woman's home when in the middle of a sentence her adult

daughter called and asked how long to boil a soft-boiled egg. And she

knew.)

Sometimes, this can make our "working on it" reality self feel a

little stressed. I'm not going to share an in-depth happy thought that

this is a beautiful thing, that seeing our striving self brings needed

humility, or that it helps us feel compassion and connection for, and

with, others.

Today is simply an observation that it just is, and to save time and stress by openly acknowledging it for ourselves.

For example, years ago, our family was asked to sing in church.