You’re never going to be enough for everyone, but that’s OK. You’re human.
I don’t know about you, but I refuse to spend half my life striving for something that doesn’t even bring me joy. Because perfection isn’t so much something you desire yourself. It’s rooted in perception.
What will people think if I work and have kids? If I travel too much. If I put my kids in public daycare vs in home. What if people come over and the house is a mess?
Sure, everyone is entitled to their own opinion but when those opinions start affecting your own happiness?
It’s time to re-evaluate.
From one friend to another, I don’t want your perfection. Leave that crap at the door. I want the mama’s who keep it real. I want the sisters and friends who don’t pretend to have it all together. I want the mama’s who are in the trenches with me — who aren’t afraid to share their truth, imperfections and all. I want the friends who show their messy and their broken and offer it up with a coffee and smile.
Because we only get one go around at this, and I’m done apologizing for how I choose to live my life, and you should be too.
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This post originally appeared at They Whine so I Wine, published with permission.
