My life’s not perfect and that should be okay. I should not have to submit to this constant pressure that makes me feel like I need to have a perfect life, the perfect husband, the perfect marriage, be a perfect wife, be a perfect mother, and the list goes on.
I know I shouldn’t have this kind of expectation, and yet it’s like I can’t help myself. It’s been ingrained into me that my life should somehow be this illusion of perfection. But it’s not and that should be okay. My husband isn’t perfect, my marriage isn’t perfect, and I’m not a perfect mother or wife.
I do the very best that I can and that should be okay, that should matter, that should be enough.
It’s hard trying to be something I am not. Each morning I wake up, despite that some nights I go to bed wishing I didn’t, I try to be the best person I can be.
Sometimes, people tell me how perfect my husband and I are and after we’ll be arguing over something stupid. People tell me I’m an amazing mother but I let my babies have screen time so I can just have a minute to myself. I work hard to achieve this unattainable idea despite that it’s slowly killing me inside.
The constant need to be perfect is torturous. As of now, I am no longer going to allow myself to suffer at its hands. It may take me a while to figure out how to resist the urge of perfection, but I am going to learn. I want to be happy and I feel like my obsession with needing everything to look perfect gets in the way of my happiness.
But if I don’t strive for perfection, then what will my life look like? I have thought this every time the weight of the world is on my shoulders and I don’t want to carry it anymore. I think, what if I just let the sky crush the earth? Then I realize that who cares? Who cares if my life is not perfect or looks the way that it’s supposed to. As long as I am happy, my family is happy, the people I love are happy, then being perfect does not matter.
My life isn’t perfect and that’s okay!
Thank you for reading today’s blog! I’ve been feeling the weight of the world lately. I really needed to remind myself that my life isn’t perfect. That I’m not perfect, and that that’s okay. If you feel like you can relate to what I’ve said, like this blog below. And if you found a way to cope with accepting you’re not perfect, comment that below. Thank you again for your love and support. I will catch you on the next one! (: