In a world of professional players and perfect wives, there can be no bad days.
I’m 18, but mediocrity is not a luxury I can fathom.
I approached raising my infant as I did everything life -- as an overachiever trying to “win” at motherhood. The problem? The game is rigged.
As women, we are told that we have to be perfect, but perfection is not human. See what happens if you cut yourself a break in even one of these areas over the upcoming weeks or months. You will be modeling a better, happier, and more confident parent for your children, and showing them that self-compassion is essential and achievable.
Bye, bye, perfectionism.
It almost goes without saying that the days of yesteryear seemed so much less stressful and rude and judgmental and on steroids than the days of now. Pressures certainly existed back then. Rude and judging have always been around; but maybe we took heed to follow elderly advice "if you can't say something nice, don't say it at all."
For Rebecca, perfectionism is a blessing and a curse. It has allowed her to climb to the top of her field, but it left her so miserable that in the show's pilot, she fled New York City to pursue her summer-camp ex-boyfriend in West Covina, California.
There could be a lot of explanations for this.
I think I must be flawed. I know God doesn't make mistakes but perhaps he was distracted when he was thinking me up. Maybe he figures, "What the heck, let's see how this one turns-out." I mean you have to wonder, if God is pure love, the essence of everything, surely he can make perfect.
If you are exhausted, overwhelmed, feeling alone, or simply ready to forge a new and lighter path, here are some tips I've found helpful as a recovering Type-A-Overthinker-Control-Freak-Perfectionist: