Substitute – One that takes the place of another; a replacement.
This week the weefe is gone so I am at home and running the big show with the 3 minions. And I love it. I know I would not be capable of doing it 365 days a year for the last several years as she has done it and even if I could, I would not do it nearly as well as her. I am a fantastic closer though and can come in for a solid week or two and run it at a very very high level. I put alot of pressure on myself to do that and I set my expectations for them (Too High) and myself (Way Too High) at a nearly impossible level to sustain for a period of time. I take this shit seriously. They are my daughters and deserve every fucking ounce out of me until the day I die. I don’t take short cuts and I don’t cheat them or myself out of anything. It is more of a joy for me than them at this stage and I am perfectly fine with it.
No substitutes for the real in anything in life. You can’t fake parenting. You can’t fake a job. You can’t fake a real life. You can find many things to do to fill your days or even convince your self that you are fulfilled. You can type every 30 minutes of your life into facebook, you can check in or out of all the places you are going, you can take as many photos of you at unique places as possible and you can tweet every little detail about your life…..it’s all fake. You are not living you’re substituting.
Be present in what you are doing, not broadcasting. Be involved in the moment, not looking to be noticed. Do it for the right reasons, not looking for praise in it.
Overly preachy indeed but my continued disdain for all “social media” will not relent.