I was working around the clock, and everything had to be perfect. Staying up until dawn, not showering, drinking coffee, and more had worked since college, or had it?
I arrived at a stage of life when I hit my late 30s when I began to ask "what more is there?". I hit all of my markers and milestones. I achieved. However, I did not enjoy my life fully.
I blinked and I was nearing forty.
I began to make small changes here and there so that I could bring meaning into my life. If this past year has taught me anything it's that, I am not a superhero. I am human and I am giving my whole self permission to be imperfect.
Yep I said it. To experience the fullness of joy, we gotta get off the perfectionistic, overwhelmed, stressed, struck, and sabotaging bus. I can get you there.