Compliment Yourself Friday

Compliment Yourself Friday

 

I’m back. Hold your applause, please, it’s really quite deafening.

I won’t go into the litany of things that have kept me from blogging in the past couple of months. Suffice it to say there were  things going on that not only prevented me from writing time wise, but that also contributed to a writers’ block that  could give the Great Wall of China a run for its money. Let’s call it the Great Wall of Suck.

Also there was Christmas, which came way too shortly on the heels of Thanksgiving.  Thanksgiving was all, “Dude, back off, would ya?” and Christmas was all “It’s a free country! Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself.” And they were uncomfortably crunched up together like three kids in the back of a Honda on the way to Grandma’s for Christmas. By the way, that song about Over the River and Through the Woods certainly missed the mark by not adding the line, “Moooommmm, tell her to stop touching me!” But you probably knew that.

But today the sun is shining, the house is relatively quiet, and the chaos of Christmas Day is behind us. The only way to tackle writers’ block, I suppose, is to blast through it. So I called up the Acme  Company, got myself a big load o’ TNT a la Wile E. Coyote, and I’m lighting the fuse. BOOM!

In honor of my return, today I’m proud to announce a new feature on the blog, Compliment Yourself Friday! Yep, it’s a new year, and I’m finally fulfilling a promise I made a couple of months ago after the Blogger Idol competition.  It might not be every single Friday, because, you know, life, but I can promise you this: Compliment Yourself Friday will never be on Tuesday. What? It’s the small victories, really. Try to focus.

Compliment Yourself Friday is based on a simple premise: That  Those Who Blog and Parent are fabulous, fearless, masters of multi-tasking.  We are not wine-swilling, yoga pants wearing, spit up laden screw-ups whose kids are all going to need therapy. Sure, it may be funnier to portray ourselves that way, but it’s usually not true. Maybe it all goes back to that little junior high voice in our heads that says it’s not okay to give yourself a pat on the back. We feel like we’ll fit in better if we put ourselves down.

Well, today it’s time to tell that little voice to shut it. Kick that voice to the curb. From now on, no matter what happens during the week, no matter how many times we have to order takeout or how many times our kids missed the bus, we will pull ourselves up by our bootstraps and go into each and every weekend feeling fantastic. Confident.

It’s time to stop being so hard on ourselves. As women, as moms. As wives. As human beings.  It’s time to embrace the positive. I am talking about finding something about ourselves that we can comfortably say, “I am awesome at _______. Go me!”

So. In the comments, I challenge you to tell me something you like about yourself. Do you have awesome hair? Say it. Does your hair usually look a mess, but today happens to be a good hair day?  Are you particularly proud of your ankles? I want to know. Let’s turn this cycle of negative bloggery (it is so a word) around.

Or, take a different direction, and tell me something you’re really good at, or that you did well these past few weeks. Did you finish all of your shopping early? Did you fix your hot water heater by yourselves, and not have to call a plumber?  Did you draw something? (share it, please!).  What were your victories this past month?

I’ll start. I finally cleared off the very junky workbench in the basement and created a sort of gift wrapping station. That way I didn’t have to make a mess by wrapping presents on my bedroom floor like I usually do.  No more children stealing my tape and scissors! I confined the mess to the basement so after wrapping I could just walk out and shut the door on the whole thing, thus creating the illusion of neatness in the rest of the house. I felt all Martha Stewart-ey, except without rising at 4:00 AM to hand-butcher my own heirloom cattle.

Oh, and guess who  registered for the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop in April? This gal.  So for three days I get to hang out with MY rock stars, the most talented humor writers in the flippin’ country. Not intimidating at all.

So go on. Brag about yourself. You deserve  it. Oh, and by the way, your hair looks fabulous today.