After my usual crazy addiction to that certain ‘sidebar of shame’, it does make you think what drug we’re all on. God, we put so much pressure on ourselves to be the most perfect version of ‘us’, to the point of burning out from exhaustion, starving ourselves etc etc. It’s just not humanely possible to do it all, but the perfectionist inside shouts that you must ?️
In this constant strive for perfection, often we overlook the mini milestones we’ve achieved, because our focus has been elsewhere. This unrelenting quest stops us from smelling the roses ?and really being present in our daily lives. It is all a little out of control and I thank my lucky stars that I don’t need to bring up a young female into this world.
Let’s raise a naughty ‘school night’ glass of something, to being bloody brilliantly imperfect?!