stop trying to be perfect

The biggest thing for me was to stop trying to be a perfect parent. Who I am as a mom right now compared to even 6 months ago is so much better. I wanted to let go of all of the unrealistic expectations that I had of my daughters and just let them be kids. I guess I try to be perfect in the sense that my house is OCD clean all of the time, but my kids need freedom to grow and be themselves without me breathing down their necks…I want to be here for them and make them laugh, but also be their mom.

Parenting is such a touching thing because everybody feels there’s a better way, but it feels good to say that I don’t need to be as good of a parent as that woman or my neighbor, ya know?? Sorry for the rambling!!

I didn’t catch something that I should have on accident, and I didn’t beat myself up over it. It sucks, but life goes on…I’m gunna mess up!! It’s really nice to be OK with that. :)

I want to stop being (or at least trying to be) perfect. I am a perfectionist and I don’t put up with myself when I am not 100% perfect. I tend to feel depressed and worthless. I know this may take quite a bit of time, but I want to do this and I believe that if I put my mind to this I can overcome this.

‘cause i’m perfect the way I am

its much easier than you think with support and the right people supporting you(like you guys) the hole i have to look go to go walk the dog goes away because people who dont even know you know you can do it.

My doctor actually told me to do this, and I think I need to. I won’t do something if I don’t think I can do it perfectly. I have to force myself to do essays because I’m convinced they won’t be good enough. I won’t blog in case it’s not good enough. I don’t even suggest things amongst my friends very often because I’m convinced it won’t be good enough.

Well, it’s got to stop. It’s okay to do things badly sometimes. Tonight, I’m trying my best to force myself to sing in public with a friend because I know I’m trying to talk myself out of it because I’m scared I’ll mess up. It doesn’t matter if I mess up. It won’t be the end of the world. It’s just a stupid acoustic night.

have you ever seen a model when they haven’t had an hour of professional makeup and hair? they look completely different. watch america’s next top model-some of those chicks are scary without all the makeup and hair and touchup that is done to the picture. so don’t compare yourself to that-you would probably look just as good if they did your hair and makeup.

if that doesn’t help, how about not reading the magazines? read a book instead!

and in regards to someone else being “better than you” looking better or whatever—-that is all perspective. you are your own harshest critic.

here is something else that might help: its very shallow to be so obsessed with physical appearance. People respect people more if they are intelligent, take interest in something else besides perfect appearnce. Read-study, learn, experience things-you’ll have alot more to talk about which will make you alot more desirable to friends, opposite sex, employers, etc

that’s me!

what a long, hellacious, futile road.

i firmly believe in trying to be the best you can be, but perfectionism is something much, much more mind consuming and emotionally devastating. feeling like a failure because i don’t live up to my own standards (and what i assume to be everyone else’s standards) is probably the worst thing i’ve had to deal with in my life thus far.

the drive for perfect usually leads to anything BUT perfect, if perfection=happines.

i have to stop this..
its really bad
but when you look at magazines and you see all those pictures of the beautiful people with the perfect skin and the perfect bodies, i always think to myself, hey i can achieve that
if i dont eat this and i exercise and if i do this and if i do this i will look this way
i have become so strict with myself that its made me really ill (this week i am sick, have stayed at home for the whole week, the doctor said i have exhuastion).
this is bad guys
this is something i have to get over, becuase no one is perfect
there is no such thing
and this is what makes life so colourful
everyone is different