I’m not perfect. I can’t do everything.
There, I said it.
I don’t like it. I want to be able to do everything. I want to be everything for everybody. I want to be the best mother, wife, friend, neighbor, writer, salesperson, blog citizen, volunteer, singer, supporter of the arts that there is.
I want to be well-read. I want to keep up with current events and pop culture. I want my kitchen to be clean and I want to have groceries. I want my kids to go to t-ball and scouts and do homework and clean their rooms and still have free time.
I want to have the house clean and dinner planned when my husband gets home from work.
I want to be an excellent salesperson and sell swag to everyone I know and still be able to keep writing for five websites.
I want to do more freelance work.
I want to write a book.
I want to go back and get my masters degree.
I want to love my job.
I need to get back into shape.
I want to be able to volunteer at the elementary school once a week. I want to go to live sporting events. I want to see operas. I want to be able to go out with my friends. I want to go to every blogging conference. I want to learn how to use all of the settings on my camera. I want to paint my upstairs hallway. I want to be a better sister and a better sister-in-law. I want to be a better Aunt. I want to spend more time taking my children into Washington D.C. so that they can see all the amazing history that is 20 minutes away from our house.
I cannot do all of these things.
I need to let it go.
I can’t be everything to everyone and I know this. It is so obvious.
Why is it so hard to swallow?
I’m not really a perfectionist. I’m not terribly competitive. I don’t know why I feel like I need to do everything. I don’t know why I feel like I am failing at everything.
I am not superwoman. I need to forgive myself for this.