By Carrie Dorr
Like many of you reading this, we became a home school overnight.
This is certainly not a piece with tips on how to “balance” it all or suggested best practices. Rather a message to encourage you to give yourself some grace.
The wall in my studio reads: Life is precious. Live the highest expression of yourself. One way I work at living my highest expression is by practicing being present and bringing myself back when I wander. Yet I have found over the past couple months, I’m rarely present, always multi-tasking and making minimal effort at changing my behavior. As I was walking out the door, my husband Frank was on the phone with someone about fixing our sprinklers which are apparently pelting our neighbors bedroom window [sorry Jim] while checking my daughter Ellie’s math work. It struck me that he, and that we, are doing the best we can and that this is the highest expression of ourselves right now. It’s about redefining what “highest expression” looks like and accepting that it’s not the same as it was in February.
Multiple times over the past few months, I have recalled something Sheryl Sandberg wrote in her book. When talking to her friend some time after her husband Dave had died and needing to make a decision, she said she wished Dave was there. Her friend said…Option A is not available so let’s kick the shit out of Option B.
Below are some images of our Option B in real time. These images are not to undermine the severity of the situation, but to provide some levity. Our new highest expression includes: our kids on electronics, laundry everywhere, dishes piled up in the sink and a play area that is far from ever organized…oh and, 2 broken wrists as of yesterday…casts on tomorrow. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.