It taught me that perfection is not only unattainable, it’s boring.
It’s stressful.
It eats away at you little by little.
It makes you feel inadequate and unworthy.
It brings upon comparison and guilt.
Guilt for not being a good enough mama, wife, partner, friend, sister, and daughter — you name it.
Dishes overflowing in the sink, yet again.
Guilt.
Laundry piles so high it will take you a week to get through it all.
Guilt.
Late to your daughter’s dance recital because you got stuck in traffic.
Guilt.
Missing work because of a sick kiddo at home.
Guilt.
Baby won’t sleep through the night? Must be you, mama.
Guilt.
Haven’t had a date night with the hubby in months.
Guilt.