Today was pretty normal, which is of course a gift.
A normal day means my people are healthy and my day operated according to schedule--the dogs didn't even have an accident in the house! Hell, maybe this day should be classified as superb for that fact alone.
I've been thinking a lot lately about how much effort goes into making things appear baseline normal. It takes great skill to make any task look easy. Have you ever tried to cut someone's hair? Bake something from scratch? Survive a pandemic with some semblance of sanity?
There are exceptions to every rule of course, but much like T Swift I know I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try.
I am getting more comfortable cutting Rob's hair each blind stab in the dark I take at it (twice now, and he still loves me so I guess I may not be too bad at it). I know that excellence takes time and mastery and patience. But when am I going to master the Covid life?
It's something I often wonder, as we're a year in now and I am still front row on the struggle bus. You too? Yeah, probably. We're all figuring it out, all the time. If it wasn't the Herculean effort of juggling WFH full time with childcare and general life, it would be fighting traffic and daycare runs and less time with my loved ones. I hold space for the difficulty of the season while also recognizing the immense privilege it's wrapped up in.
I hate to spoil my earlier question for you, but:
I'M NOT GOING TO MASTER IT.
Life is one of those things that I don't believe can be mastered, regardless of the effort put forth. The game can change in one breath, one second, one decision. I won't master Covid life, or the life that comes after. I can only master my response to it all.
I let go a little easier each time I remember that fact.
The Dainty Days used to look so different. My days used to genuinely be so different! But they never felt as good as they looked. Today, they feel so SO much better than they look.
These are the days.
I genuinely don't know how to show up on the internet anymore. To be fair, after 2020/Covid I don't know how to show up most places anymore.
I started The Dainty Days back in 2014, and my oh my life looked very different! Even before that, my very first blog was started off as kind of a diary for me to share my day, my outfits, and general thoughts on both. This was back when bloggers were bloggers rather than influencers, and I wanted so badly to join their ranks! I was a fresh college grad working in a field I had never intended to join (retail) that slowly started sucking my soul dry and strengthening my misanthropic tendencies. The Dainty Days was my personal haven and I had such high hopes for where it might lead.
I now find myself in a different field I never intended to join (finance), working and mothering and living through a pandemic. The Dainty Days didn't turn out according to plan. Neither did my life--it is so much better than anything I'd planned. I now find myself missing the haven I'd created for myself on the interwebs. Getting caught up in growing a following and working with brands distracted me from what I actually set out to do--write.
My life, interests, and hair has changed drastically in the last six years or so, and thank God for that.
I look forward to sharing a new perspective and...whatever else comes to mind honestly. I am a lot more than a gal who loves to braid hair, and it feels good to break free of the corner I braided myself into. I don't get dressed every day, I certainly don't do my hair every day, but I do learn how to let go and lean into life a bit more each day.
Thanks for being here.
Behind the dainty days is a whole lot of planning. And coffee.