what i can

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{image is a five year-old photo of me hugging Brooke on the beach. It just felt right.

Photo credit: The amazing lens of Connerton Photography, all rights reserved}

I’m running late.

Brooke is still in the shower. I’m trying to hurry her along without pressuring her too much. “Rushing” is not exactly in her repertoire.

“Honey,” I say, “I have a meeting soon, so I really need you to finish up, okay?”

“Okay,” she says, her voice a light sing-song.

“Do you think you can finish up soon?” I ask.

“I’ll do what I can,” she says.

I will make my very best effort.

I will do what I am capable of doing in the moment.

And it will be enough.

These least few weeks have been some of the hardest I’ve walked through in a long, long time. Big, huge, ginormous things have demanded everything I have. The pressure is indescribable.

I’ve run at a frenetic pace until I simply couldn’t run anymore. I’ve rested just long enough to start over again.

And through it all, I’ve been convinced that nothing I’ve done has been enough. If the results aren’t yet what we need them to be, it has to be because I wasn’t working hard enough or smart enough or fast enough. Because I wasn’t talking to the right people or asking the right questions or making the right demands.

And then my daughter handed me a reframe. In five words, she flipped the script.

“I’ll do what I can.”

I will make my very best effort.

I will do what I am capable of doing in the moment.

And it will be enough.

 

 

 

 

 

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