Do you feel it? The constant pressure.
Are you mindful enough? Hustling hard enough? Giving enough? Taking enough? Parenting enough? Healthy enough? Sustainable enough? Smart enough? Pretty enough? Are you putting yourself first enough? Are you organised enough? Is your house neat enough? Are you happy enough? Are you enough?
The answer is always probably not. You are probably not enough but let me tell you sell you the things that will make you enough. Let me set a ridiculously high standard as to what “enough” means and then I’ll show you the way to get there. In a blog post. In a webinar. In five easy steps. For five easy payment installations.
Enough. Enough. ENOUGH. I have had enough.
The constant barrage of self-improvement is wearing me down. I’d like to sit with who I am for a little while. Just let me catch my breath.
I’m not pretending I’m perfect. I am so far from perfect. I’m not pretending that I shouldn’t improve myself. I should. I think that’s a worthwhile thing to do. I’m sure that the intentions behind every post, video, seminar or course are motivated by a genuine desire to improve the life of someone else. A genuine desire to inspire.
But I don’t feel inspired. I feel bombarded. I feel overwhelmed.
This feels hypocritical. I am a blogger. I have fallen into this business of advice giving. I wrote those posts about spending time with your kids while my kids tugged at my sleeve and demanded I get off the computer. And I suspect I’m not alone. I suspect that there is a lot more advice given than taken. Even by the people writing it. Guilty as charged.
Individually, there are the best of intentions. Collectively, those intentions roll into an avalanche of unmet expectation and unrealistic pressure. Particularly if I wade too dangerously deep into social media. The point at which I can feel myself drowning.
I came off the corporate treadmill and I unwittingly stepped onto another one. The constant chasing of lifestyle perfection. Where no-one is quite sure of the prize but it looks very shiny on instagram.
No-one wins that race. I’m going to take a rest. Think about all the things in my life that are more than enough.
It’s enough that I have a place to write and that kind people read my words. I don’t have to write a viral post or be a full-time blogger. Where I am in this space is enough. If it becomes not enough, I know where to find help.
It’s enough that I have the capacity to support myself. I don’t have to go out and get a full-time, high-flying job right now to prove my worth.
It’s enough, more than enough, that my boys are healthy and happy. They don’t need to excel, go faster, do better.
It’s enough that I have a house. A roof over my head. It doesn’t need to be constant perfection.
It’s enough that I have food to eat. It doesn’t need to be transformed into an object of beauty and photographed in the best possible light.
It’s enough to have clothes to wear. I don’t need to style them into an Instagram worthy post every day. Unless I genuinely want to.
I am all for hobbies, for art and for passions. For loving cooking. For adoring craft. For etching stories. For finding fun in fashion. As long as those things bring joy. As long as I don’t take someone else’s passion, their art and their beauty and turn into my base-line “enough”. It’s then that the treadmill starts. It’s then when I need to step off.
How do you deal with constant information overload and the pressure of perfection?