I have avoided this space for wayyy to long. You see I was the queen of keeping all my shit on the inside and hidden in journals that stack high in my bedside drawer. Over the past year during my breakdown awakening I have realized that I am not alone.
I am a recovering perfectionist. My vocabulary consisted of 'Yes'.
Yes to a photo business that I could never keep up with.
Yes to volunteering to every f'ing thing.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I finally surrendered screaming like a kid. It sucked letting go. Letting go to things that I LOVED. But you see every time I said 'yes' I was saying 'no' to my kids. 'No' to time with my man. Things were successful but I was a mess.
Reading back over this you are probably thinking, damn this girl is a mess. You are right, I am, but I am more of a refined mess.
I hope that you stick around this space and become a community. A community of recovering perfectionist learning to live a life you were designed to live.
A life of loss, love, failures, oh shits, success and happiness.
We are all in this together.