The number of times I’ve arrived at an appointment with my sh!t all the way together is zero, but today I was on the struggle bus harder than the usual.  It’s little things that add up to looking like a mess!   I remembered the chart; forgot my credit card.  I did the sign in prior to arrival, but I didn’t actually SUBMIT it, so no I didn’t do the sign in.  Mangled the diaper so diverted to a solution where I’d wear the fecal cost of an anxious dog; not their lovely establishment. 

You know … it’s easy to be kind on someone’s best day, when we see they’re trying hard to overcome themselves AND they’re succeeding, but I’ve never been to Littlepage on my best day. Not even on what I’d call “a good thinkin’ day.” 

And somehow they keep showing me grace. I have technically used up my lifetime allotment of pure kindness, and every time I go in there I’m pushing the limits, but they keep dishing out love like it’s free. 

I am sorry that I create a disaster every time I enter their space, but not nearly as grateful as I am for their being able to see a need and help.  

Me or dog — either one is safe to be imperfect at Littlepage. But I am working hard to impress them the next time with a (another) new personal management system.