Who’s best are you going for?

Over the years, this has become our household mantra. As a mom of six, of course I want to see our babies do well in life and be “successful.” As my own life has gone on, my personal definition of success has taken a dramatic turn. Where I once considered the “American Dream” the definition of success, now I see it more as the American nightmare, quite honestly. And, if you don’t agree with me because you love suiting up for Corporate America day in and day out, it’s all good, we can still be friends.
You see, everyone has their own personal convictions; their own gifts, talents and goals in life. Mine aren’t yours and yours aren’t mine. We might dance together on similar ground, but all in all – it’s up to us as individuals to do our personal best in life, whatever that means. We aren’t all meant to look alike, act alike, have the same interests, goals, or gifts; we don’t have to enjoy the same food, appreciate the same art, or get the same haircut. That’s what makes people interesting. 

I’ve never been one for blending in, but in my 20s…

I tried it. I found myself in khakis, dress shoes, and a button-down shirt dangling from the corporate ladder with one arm like many other 20-somethings. I quickly learned, that’s not where I belonged. In fact, it gave me anxiety and made me feel depressed. It may be the best for many others, but not this girl. Besides, khakis never were all that flattering on me. I hopped off the ladder with only minor fractures and began several years of self-evaluation.

What were my interests? How could I pursue them? What did I have to offer the world? And so, I learned a lot about myself. And, here I am. Married 13 years, with six kids, working as a freelancer {never in khakis and rarely proper shoes} to help others give the world their very best by way of online marketing and communications. I love it. I get to do something I enjoy and, guess what? I do my best. Some days, my best is knocking out work for three different clients all day long. Some days, as a mom of six, my best is writing one blog post, answering 3 out of 857 texts, with a baby in one arm and a toddler hanging on to my leg and getting dinner on the table by 7. Somedays my best is educating a friend or acquaintance about clean eating. That’s it. That’s all it has to be as long as I’m doing my best.
haute-stock-photography-mompreneur-final-43

So, back to my kids.

Back to you and I and all of us actually. All we ask of our kids is to do their very best. Whatever they are presented with, we just ask for them to do their very best; we ask that they work hard while loving and serving others with their best. That means, if you’re in school – do your best {and if your best is a C- in math, okay! As long as you put the effort in}.

  • Extra curriculars? You don’t have to do what everyone else is doing. Figure out your interests and work hard at those. Figure out how you can use them to do your best and help others by way of what you naturally like to do.
  • Diet and exercise? Don’t worry about what your neighbor is doing. If your neighbor is running full marathons every weekend, but because of your stage of life you can only workout at home for 20 minutes at a time, do your best for those 20 minutes!
  • Work? Hate your job? Want to throw your desk over and walk out? Do your best until you can find another job.
  • Dealing with a difficult person? Be kind, be willing to listen and forgive and do your best until the situation is resolved or you’re able to safely move on.
  • Financially strapped? Do your best to limit spending and work hard to find a way to cut debt or gain additional revenue – even if that means taking a job you don’t necessarily like for a time.

haute-stock-photography-mompreneur-final-12

Also? I’m not going to pretend like any of this is easy.

There are so many reasons in life that can make us want to lose hope, my friends. However? Your outlook and attitude matters. Doing your best matters. Life is short, live authentically and be you. But make sure to be the best you, you can be.