Every. Single. Time.

One of my main responsibilities in my brother’s recovery is that of family housekeeper. I wash the dishes, run the errands, clean the house, wash the laundry and make sure everyone is fed. I occasionally solve the problems, fix the things and chauffeur people around. I’m glad to be of use.

But if there is one thing I cannot do, it’s get the queen size fitted sheets the right direction on the bed on the first try. I miss every time.

Every. Single. Time.

It’s just funny. And thankfully I find it funny.

It’s a microcosm of a lot of other things in my life.

Somewhere in the middle of those things is me trying to make it out of bed every morning. I never get it on the first try.

The thing about fitted sheets on certain beds is that if you miss the first try, you’ll get it. I have actually had to try three times before, but… ok I don’t even have an excuse. The point is, I miss a lot. First try, second try, third try…things often don’t work out for me. But there are a lot of things that, thankfully, I don’t have to get it right the first try. Or at all.

I am not getting my bedtime routine right…I think I’m on the 164th try.

I am not getting my eating right…5 weeks later.

I am not getting my full workouts in…5 weeks later.

I am not managing stress…years later.

I am not managing my time well enough…months later.

Good thing I didn’t have to get it right on the first try…and good thing I’m still trying.