Perfection.

I try my best to be perfect. Sometimes, without realizing it I freeze up before actually getting to doing what I want. My mind starts to make excuses on to why I should not do them. My mind tells me I should just relax. All because it feels less stressful to try to rest than to push myself more.

I keep holding up high standards for myself. And to be quite honest, they aren’t realistic. I do so much more now than I have done before. I don’t give myself enough credit for how hard I work to balance life overall. And then I end up beating myself up for it.

Why am I so hard on myself? Who said I needed to be perfect? I know I am not perfect. No one is. I am just trying my best. Aren’t we all?