A good enough day

Sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough. Have I done enough therapy? Have I got a clean enough house? Did I spend enough time with my toddler? My husband? Did I do enough at work?

How can we measure what is enough? Do we rate ourselves against other people? Do we decide this for ourselves?

People often talk about “good days” and “bad days”. But what about “good enough days”? Today was a “good enough day”.

I didn’t sleep in, I was up when Radio Oliver came on.

(I call the baby monitor “Radio Oliver”).

I really didn’t achieve anything great beyond feeding my toddler and myself. Making sure we were dressed. Playing on the floor.

And now as the day is drawing to a close, I can’t say it was either a “good day” or a “bad day”. But it was “good enough”.

My good enough day had laughter. My good enough day had cuddles. And snuggles. And lots of wet, sloppy, toddler kisses. My good enough day had fun.

My house is a mess. My laundry is piling up. My work didn’t get done. I didn’t go walking. Or do any therapy.

But my day was good enough.

I hope you had a “good enough day” too.