How to be Perfectly Perfect and Do All the Things!

You can't.
You don't.
It really is just that simple.

Please stop beating yourself up for not meeting an impossibility.
Seek excellence---not perfection.

There is zero way to do and be all the things to all the people, all the time.

Be as kind to yourself as you are to others.
Give yourself time to breathe and be.
Take a break.
Hydrate.
Get together with friends.

Do what you need to do to refill your bucket, y'all.
Despite the old rock-n-roll adage that it is better to burn up than fade away----it isn't.
It just isn't.
Neither is a good option.
I choose option C---be kind to yourself and avoid becoming a crispy critter.
I hope you will choose option C, too.

The world will tell you how very much you NEED to be doing.
If you were really dedicated...
If you want to win those awards...
If you want to meet your standards...
If you want to make a difference.

May I humbly remind you that an empty vessel pours no water.
Everything has its season.
If you are feeling overwhelmed, please be kind to yourself.
We are all human and we all cycle through seasons of Overwhelm.

Autumn is a great time for letting nature teach us to slow down and snug up.
Hygge the crap out of your home and your library.
Be intentional in your self-care.
YOU matter.

All the love,
Sonja

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