Feeling whole all the time is a lot of work. It’s virtually impossible.
But many of us continue to live inside a self-imposed pressure cooker.
Who’s kidding who?
Trying to have it all.
Do it all.
We gravitate towards people we think have it together and secretly wish we did too!
But they’re simply mere mortals; airbrushed and photoshopped.
Propping up the shiny side of the apple for the world to see.
They don’t have it together either.
At least not ALL the time.
Sometimes, it’s a good day if I am feeling like a half or even a quarter of a person.
Owning my stuff.
A human being with responsibilities, stressors and worries like everyone else.
Sometimes, succumbing to the low hanging fruit; the daily shit that accumulates on a plate.
Doing my best to make it work.
Trying to stay alert and focused.
Life is not smooth, it’s sloppy, messy and full of cracks and imperfections.
And, yet. We keep going.
There are no other options.
Except to be kinder to ourselves.
Less self-critical and deconstructive.
Every day is not going to be a winner or a gold standard.
Or any name you want to give it that smells like perfection.
It’s more than okay to lower our expectations of ourselves.
Actually, it’s critically important for our survival.
There’s always hope for a better day tomorrow.