Nothing Is Everything
It's easy to spot the crazies, the people who make the wrong thing everything. The stage mom, the workaholic husband, the woman who repeatedly changes who she is to have a boyfriend. We see them, and we shake our heads. Bless their hearts, we say as we buy our third book on organization this month.
Because there's nothing wrong with wanting to be organized, right? I mean, it's January! It's practically required.
I Bullet Journal. I have a cleaning rhythm and an evening routine. I own a label maker. I'm one of you! But I've totally stage-mommed my house before. I teased her hair and spray-tanned her baseboards, thinking if I kept her perfect, everything else would be perfect. Everything else would work out the way it's supposed to.
We do it with our kids, our jobs, our bodies, and our souls. We stage-mom the hell out of our lives, and all of the sudden, we don't recognize ourselves. We got crazy. We made the wrong thing everything.
More of a good thing isn't always better; sometimes it's just more. And sometimes it makes us crazy.
Thankfully, we have an easy failsafe. With the possible exception of your faith, nothing is everything. Nothing. Check when you feel lopsided, and see if you're drifting into "this is everything" territory. You will always feel better moving a little more center. Capsule wardrobes, getting your kids into an Ivy League school, being the youngest person to hold your position at work, having the fattest portfolio, fitting into your goal size... none of these things are bad. In fact, they're all pretty great.
Until you make them everything. Even a capsule wardrobe can make us crazy. Just ask my husband after I asked him if I could purge his closet and leave him with less than 20 items.
Remember, nothing is everything.
(Except chocolate. Chocolate might be everything.)