I Give Up!

I give up! I can’t do it and I’m not going to try.

Seems like every time you turn around, someone is recruiting: a noble cause, the PTA, classes I take, the church, the neighborhood, or my own inner voice of doom. The whole of society is telling us that with one more membership, meeting, certification, or upgrade we’ll finally be all that we were made to be.

That if you’re good at something, there’s an unspoken responsibility to pursue it with abandon, master it, chair a committee on the subject, bring covered dishes to their meetings, and then write a book about it.

What if a just want to dabble at some things?

(365 Day 105 Photo)

Do I have to constantly one up my last commitment by adding another hour or two of service each week. Will this make me involved enough? Or should I be pushed into outdoing my latest goal of learning a new skill by becoming so proficient at it that I can teach it at least once or twice a week?
As if a few solid commitments or goals beyond that of family is too flimsy or, even worse, too selfish.

I want to be a good child of God, a good wife, a good mother, a good daughter, a good friend.

Everything else is just hobby. And who wants the words hobby and success in the same sentence. Or hobby and business? It’s self defeating.

What are we giving up here? Lazy days with our kids? Home cooked meals? Permission to quit? Permission to fail? Silence, for goodness sake?

I’m not knocking honest work or volunteering, etc. Just this pressure to do more and more of it than any generation ever.

Let me dabble quietly, maybe or secretly, often. Let me wander about and leave off a project that bores me instead of finishing it and turning it into a network marketing scheme.

I can play at Jack of all trades.
And I can die happily as a master of none.