When I wake up everyday, more often than not I am unhappy with the day that I face.
I know that inbetween looking after my 10month old daughter and showering I will spend half the time looking for lost keys, lost cards and wiping snot off my shoulder. And the other half the time feeling inadequate for not being perfect.
I’m tired of not being perfect. There are so many thoughts I have each day on how I want to improve my life. I know being perfect is impossible but surely there must be some simple things I can do.
My friends and I talk about it all the time, I read it daily on blogs and in magazines. I never follow through on any of them.
Over the next 52 weeks, I want to change my life. I want to try all of the things that I think will change my life and see if they make a difference.
If I can do it, and show my bubs what a happy life looks like. Then I think I will be as perfect as I will ever need to be.
inspirational chick! gonna be reading this and being “supportive as fuck”
your amazing!!! following all THE way! xx