I Do What I Can

It's lame, but it's my motto.  Anything I haven't done is because I couldn't, and since I despise being limited, I focus on what I can do.  I'm unable to work out half hour a day, but I can stretch a muscle fiber or two every morning.  It's not in my budget to feed my family all raw organic farm fresh every meal each day year round, but I can grow a few veggies in the summer.  I don't have the money to deck my halls like a magazine photo but I do make my peeps stuff their treasures out of the walkways.
I formerly believed I could be an inspiration.  "If what's-her-name can be so pathetic yet still positive and productive, I could buy Australia."  Somehow though my resourcefulness results instead in my being obligated to be resourceful on everyone else's behalf.  "Your children are so nice.   Make my brats behave."  What??  "Oh, you sew?  Here, finish this quilt for me that my grandma started in 1982."  No, thanks.
This is where my motto saves my life.  If I'm going to pull my own weight, I can't pull yours.  Now I am a firm believer in Jesus' golden rule, but be honest.  Would you truly want some schmuck to serve you, hand and foot, while you morphed into Jabba the Hutt?
I forget my own motto from time to time and start crying to Hunneypunkin, "My personal world takeover plan is deteriorating, what am I going to do?"  Hunneypunkin gives my shoulder a couple of pats and reminds me, "You'll do what you can."
Don't be an over-achiever, a burn-out, a bum, or a guilt-ridden martyr.  Adopt my motto.  I do what I can.  I can't follow Jeremy Renner around in person, but I can stalk him online.  And I do my best at it, every day.