It’s week nine of Simplify Your Life, and this week Deb is getting us to sift through the expectations we have for ourselves and figure out what can go. Read more here, because it really is worth thinking about for yourself.
This challenge has sort of jumped out of the computer and punched me in the gut. Lately I’ve been chasing my tail, keeping way too busy and falling short of my own perceived expectations of myself all. the. time.
Oh the expectations. I blame the blogs. The mummy blogs with their stats and advertising taunting me and my sad stats and bare sidebars. The interior design blogs mocking my disgracefully undecorated tiny house. The organisation blogs making me feel anything but. All these blogs that I read to inspire me are managing, instead, to make me feel like shit.
What to do about this? Is a little bloggy break in order? I’ll still write of course, but perhaps a week or two avoiding my Google reader might help? Followed by a thorough cull of subscriptions. I think I need to be very picky about what is actually helpful, and what is really just helping me feel inadequate.
Of course, blogs aren’t the only issue. My perfectionist streak has its little viral fingers all over the ridiculous expectations I have for myself. The need to do everything myself in case someone else doesn’t do it right. My paralysing fear of failure. Something has kicked all of this into overdrive the past couple of weeks, and it’s fairly clear that something has to give.
There are roles in my life that I have to play. Wife and mummy. They deserve my full attention. There are jobs that I have to do. But not everything has to be done perfectly. Yes, we have to eat. But we don’t have to eat a gourmet meal every night. Yes, I have to clean. But it’s not all or nothing – near enough IS good enough. Everything else is optional. Planning the perfect party? Optional. Blogging? Optional. Crafting? Optional. Making sure all the business work is done? Essential! Making sure it’s all pretty? Optional.
I know that I’ve lost focus the past few weeks. Life got crazy busy, and rather than lower my expectations, I just got nasty at myself for not being perfect. I think it’s time to be nice to me for a bit. Let go of some of the guilt. Be realistic about what I can achieve. Be awesome, but not perfect.
Do you need to let something go? Is it time to reassess the things that have crept into your life lately? Do you like ice cream? Mmmmmm, ice cream…