The other day I was on the phone with a friend, and right before I hung up on her (I’ve *just* about got this new phone figured out…hopefully there will be less of that) she asked me, in a commiserating tone, if I felt like I needed to be a superhuman. It sounded like she felt like that from time to time and before I could answer, my superhuman face clicked ‘end call’.
But of course this is something I can relate to. I want to be awesome. I want to be an all-the-time kind of awesome. I want to do everything right, from feeding my family, to writing for my job, to advocating for shorter bus rides for my kids. I tend to give myself little room for error, even when I’m doing something for the first time. And not only that, but I expect things from myself that aren’t always possible, not because I can’t do them, but because time is so limited. And I’ve known this for a long time…and yet letting go of this is hard stuff.
I have a feeling this will be a long battle for me.
I just wish I could free fall into grace. Realize that people will still like me if I heat up a frozen pizza for dinner, or mess up on the phone with the bus company or need some support from my proofreaders at work. In fact, they might like me more. :) Well, except for the people at the bus company. I want to accept that I’m okay, even when my mess shows.
Alright. I’m off to embrace some imperfection today. :)