Whoa, hey there, Feministe! I’ve been doing a great job with this whole guest blogging thing, I know. Actually, I’ve been beating myself up about it pretty much constantly since my last post.
Fortunately, it has finally dawned on me: I am not superwoman.
After I wrote the post on self-sabotage last summer, I got a lot of support, both from commenters and from people I know in real life. As I’ve struggled with guilt this week about not writing more, I’ve also been reminded of one of the take-aways from last summer’s blog posts: sometimes you have to go easy on yourself.
I think that in the world we live in, children are told they can do and be anything they want. I know I was told that as a child. Parents, I think this screws with kids’ heads a little! While I didn’t grow up in a household where I felt that I had to please everyone to be loved, I think that the idea of doing and being anything somehow morphed into the idea, no, the need, to do and be everything and to do it perfectly. This insane idea of “effortless perfection” has plagued me – following me through high school and college into adulthood.
I’m pretty sure I’m not alone on this. I’d be willing to bet that in women of my age group (let’s call that 18 to 30 year olds), one of the main causes of depression (for lack of a better word) is the feeling of failure that occurs when we fail to live up to the expectations we think the rest of the world has for us and that we have for ourselves.
“Why the hell can’t I manage to successfully manage my own blog, guest blog on Feministe, carry on with a full-time job, and also have a social life? What’s wrong with me? That amazing woman that I look up to over there does it all, why can’t I?”
I’m sure there are Super-men out there too, but I tend to compare myself to SUPERWOMEN. The ones I wish I could be. I compare myself to those women, then I feel exhausted and defeated, and all I want is a nap.
So, back to the take-away from last summer’s blog, which actually came from a former professor of mine:
We are always told we should have no limits, but that is actually kind of insane — people need/have limits, get tired, and sometimes need a month watching Perry Mason re-runs. One of the difficult things about our society is that, after telling kids they can do whatever they want, we don’t actually follow through with interest when they leave college/hit their twenties. It is difficult to adjust to that.
Yes, Professor Need, it is VERY difficult to adjust to that. And no matter how many times I tell myself that I don’t have to be SUPERWOMAN in order to be successful, I still feel that twinge of inadequacy when I don’t get it all done.
But you know what? This last week, when I wasn’t guest-blogging, I had a really awesome week. I attended a Moth story slam, took on new responsibilities at work, spent extra time with a man I’m seeing because he’s leaving town, vented over a bottle of wine with my best friend, and I saw Britney Spears and Nicki Minaj in concert. And it was all great. And, I needed it. Maybe that was my version of a month watching Perry Mason re-runs.
It’s a bit of a shame that all of that was somewhat affected by the dark cloud hanging over my head saying, “Write a post for Feministe! Better yet, write a post on your own damn blog!”
I’m working on my response to that voice, which for right now is along the lines of, “Shut up! I am living in the moment, damn it, and those things are not a priority right now. I DO NOT FEEL LIKE SUPERWOMAN TODAY so get off my back!”
And that’s okay.
So, how’s that for navel gazing? I warned you.
I’m going to try to post a few more times this week…not because I feel like I have to, but because you know what? I really enjoyed writing this. Surprise, surprise.
Thanks. And guys? Go easy on yourselves, okay? You really do deserve it.