Today, I’m feeling the weight of all the things I’m not perfect at.
See, despite never having been perfect and understanding that I’ll never be perfect, I still harbor these impossible expectations for myself.
So, I’m just going to put this out there for myself: my house doesn’t have to be perfectly clean, my kids don’t have to be perfectly well-behaved. Dinner doesn’t have to be perfectly planned and perfectly prepared. Hell, this post doesn’t have to be perfectly written.
Whew. That feels better.