Can we really have it all? Hold on. Do we even really want to have it all?
More importantly, can we stop comparing ourselves to other women who we just assume “have it all”? As we all know, other women’s realities may be nothing like what we assume. Or of course, one woman’s “having it all” may be another woman’s migraine on a plate.
Why are we still putting this ridiculous pressure on ourselves – on each other – to have it “all”, when “all” is in the eye of the beholder? Isn’t it? I’m curious. Where did we get the idea that we all need to be superwomen? Did I miss the memo that instructs us to one-up each other?
Okay, okay. I sound ignorant. Of course you only have to look at magazines, over-the-top reality TV shows, the 45,000 blogs that pop up yearly telling us all the things women are “doing” (and some of it’s fabulous by the way – don’t get me wrong).
But let’s be honest here, how does it make you feel when you hear: “how am I ? Well, I did a step class in the spare room while ordering a dress online AND talking to my daughter’s teacher on Facetime before I picked up my kids from sport AND wrote a thesis for my part time uni course AND cooked my hubby dinner AND put a face mask on AND updated my Facebook status three times AND scoured Instagram for a dress to wear to the United Nations dinner I’m attending tomorrow night after I do yoga…
Then I meditated before bed. How about you?”
I, for one, am tired of it. Tired of comparing myself to others and what they’ve achieved. I don’t see the men in my life doing this. For some, it’s getting out of control.
And you know how we know all this superfluous information about everyone else’s lives? Good old social media. How else would we know what everyone is “doing” all the time?
I’m just as bad as everyone else for putting up a “highlight reel”, trust me. I can tell you firsthand my life is nowhere near as ‘together’ as it looks: all shiny and sexy and busy like I’m soooo important under the 4th filter of a carefully poised Instagram post.
We’re all capable of carefully crafting a life we want our “followers” to see and hiding the shit stuff.