Stop taking things so seriously.
It’s hard not to. You think it’s the end of the world. I said something wrong to that person and they won’t like me anymore. I sent my boss too many emails and now he’s going to think I’m a weird stalker. I need to cut back on my spending because then I’m not saving enough money and I can’t show the bank my savings history and they won’t lend me money. And the worst one of all: your little girl says to you that you’re not spending enough time with her.
It might be all or one of these things but being a female can sometimes leave you feeling really sh*t.
I always find myself wishing I was a better version of myself, that I had more time – double the amount of time that I do have – to be the mum I want to be, to be that employee employer’s dream of hiring. I worry about the consequences of my decisions. I want to achieve my goals, be the best mum, buy that house, all while keeping my house clean rather than having the dust accumulated so thick that I’m embarrassed to have any prospective boyfriend over for dinner (but seriously, there’s no time for that when you’re a single mum. Zero.)
But enough is enough.
Your body always catches up with you when you’re stressed out of your mind. It does with me. And I’ve lived long enough to know when it’s coming. One week I’m stressing about something and it affects my sleep (up half the night eating corn ships and watching Netflix), then out of the blue I can’t move my right shoulder and my daughter has to pick up all the shoes left on the living room rug (because I can’t reach).
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