Perfection is Bologna

"Its either me, the house or the kids. We can't all look good at the same time."

Perfection is bologna. I hate the word. It has haunted me in my adult years. I came to realize after years of striving for perfection.... that first of all, perfection doesn't exist, secondly when thinking that you want things perfect your telling yourself subconsciously that you are not perfect and not worthy.

Yup, thats right. I was tying my own personal worth as a wife and mother and human to how I myself perceived my ability to "holiday" and the opinions of the outside world.

I'm going to rephrase this again so you can let this sink in.

Pretty decorated house (with many incredibly detailed ideals)+ three boys with matching bow ties, + myself with hair blowdried and curled, side dishes prepared in a timely manor, clean kitchen with no dishes in sink with kitchen island wiped down = worthy.

This is the story I've been telling myself since I became an adult.

My worth as a woman is NOT dependent on anything external.

Now I don't want to get too crazy here, please understand that this doesn't mean that I won't decorate or prepare beautiful baked goods in the weeks to come. It is the story that I tell myself that matters.

When I take perfection out of my thoughts and know my truths and want I truly want. I can choose to decorate or bake because I love myself and enjoy doing those things..... that's when the hallmark movies come alive.

So you, the house, and the kids (maybe even the husband) all look good. Does that mean you will be happy? Or none and you could still choose to meet yourself right where you are.

Our external things do NOT dictate our level of worthiness or joy. Our thoughts create our feelings, and our feelings drive everything in our life.

Reach for the thoughts that serve you in your life. Reach for the self compassion that meets us right where we are keep reaching and you will embrace this crazy imperfect life.