I don’t have to be perfect.
Yeah… sometimes it is hard to say that to myself who have a tendency to be a perfectionist. I always know what to do and how to do it at my best. But this past couple weeks I got so many things on my plate. I was on the stage of euphoria and feeling stuck at the same time. I was overwhelmed, feeling drowned. Then yesterday morning, I broke down and cried. I said sorry to my husband. His reply was, “You don’t have to be perfect because I’m not either. But I love you and we will go through this together.”
Such a wake up call… again 🙂