Things I would rather be doing than trying to have a perfect body, be a perfect mom, run a perfect business, and live a perfect life:
- Eating Tacos
- Laughing until my belly hurts (and maybe I even pee a little, don’t judge me)
- Watching videos of kickass women doing pull-ups
- Making up silly dance moves and not caring who sees them (jkjk I actually want everyone to see them)
- Snuggling with my husband
- Listening to Tupac when I need to manifest my inner gansgta
- Listening to Fleetwood Mac when I need to manifest my inner gypsy
- Gardening (aka talking out loud to my plants and begging them not to die on me)
- Writing poems
- Daydreaming about what it would be like to go to Hogwarts
- Yoga on my patio, even though my dogs think “yoga” means “lick Mom’s face when she goes upside down”
- Watching The Princess Bride for the millionth time and defending myself when John calls me Vizzini
- Wondering what my dogs are doing when I’m not home
- Cartwheels (but only on the one side, because why is the other side so hilariously impossible?)
- Texting my friends in ALL emojis
- Laying on the beach and reading a really juicy book
- Eating Justin’s Peanut Butter Cups
- Talking about Justin’s Peanut Butter Cups
- Sharing Justin’s Peanut Butter Cups
You get the idea. This is a list of some of my favorite things—things that I get to do every day, should I so desire, that are so much more fulfilling than any hustle for perfection could ever be.
Now, how about you?
What are all the lovely and meaningful and silly things you’d rather be doing than stressing out about how you’re not lean enough, not strong enough, not successful enough, not rich enough, not good enough? How would you rather spend your time than beating yourself up because you’re not a better mom, wife, woman, or athlete?
Go ahead. Make a list.
Keep it handy so you can add to it, amend it, and refer to it when you’re feeling the tug of perfection, the sting of rejection, the pain of, well, just about anything.
Because THIS is your bliss.
These seemingly mundane and commonplace things are what make up the beautiful existence of your one and only life. Perfect is a state that is completely unreachable and mythological, but bliss is a state you can occupy any time, anywhere, any way you please.
Isn’t that extraordinary?