Life is hard and we gotta stop putting so much pressure on ourselves. And by we I mean me.
After last month’s breakdown, I realized I put a lot of unnecessary pressure on myself. But we all do, don’t we? Personally, I look at Pinterest and Instagram, and yes even Facebook, and see everyone accomplishing all these great things. Either individually or with their picture-perfect families. And I compare others’ highlight reel to my real-life everyday. I have two rambunctious kids that don’t listen, that get excommunicated from Sunday school, and that attend weekly counseling sessions at school. And don’t get me started on my husband and his obsession with video games?! At the end of the day, we are far from perfect but I always try my darndest to “appear” that way. Gah, I’m so disgusted and embarrassed at myself for that.
All the pressure I was putting on myself caught up to me, obviously. But because it all took a toll on me, my family suffered. Especially my kids. A lot of the activities we tend to do at the begging of the fall season, our favorite time of the year, got pushed aside because I didn’t have the energy or the will to get myself out of bed. So I promised myself that I wouldn’t put that burden myself anymore. No more checking things off my list in the timeline that social media wants me to.
A few weekends ago, in an attempt to make up for my lack of living, I decided to take some time to allow my kids to enjoy our favorite season. Even though it was butt-ass cold outside. We went on a fall and even got to hit up the last day of our favorite pumpkin patch! It was seriously the best weekend ever. And it was completely off my typical fall timeline. But that made it more perfect, I think.