in praise of half-assery

Hello friends,

It's been a handful of Sundays

with no Sunday letter from me.

But here I am.

Life's been overfull and inside out.

Sundays have found me in various states

both geographical

and emotional,

as my dad passed away this summer.

So

I haven't had the wherewithal

to sit and write

(or to go to the gym

return the library books

meditate

cook the dinners

etc).

As I'm returning to all those practices

I'm embracing half-assery.

Quarter-assery, sometimes.

This is a skill I teach

to my kickass clients

who tend to full-ass

no

to MEGA-ass

everything.

This is us:

Half-assing means doing just a little.

Means cutting the corners

that you tend to smooth and tuck

just so.

Means giving yourself a b r e a k,

and trusting that whatever you can do -

10min at the gym

1 library book found and returned

3 rounds of conscious breathing

Rotisserie chicken and microwaved rice

is ENOUGH.

Your half- or quarter- or eighth- or even 1/256 ass

is plenty.

natalie millerComment