You’re a good mom, a good friend, a good partner, a good employee.
You’re juggling lots of expectations, needs, and schedules, trying to get a lot of things done for a lot of people.
You’re usually low-level anxious, mid-level frustrated and high-level exhausted.
Every day you get up and just plow through the to-do list, hoping you don’t make someone mad.
But lately you’ve noticed that what is “good” for other people isn’t always good for you.
It’s feeling harder and harder to keep up- there’s that little tiny voice getting louder and louder that says “ Why can’t I stand up for myself? I’m a grown-ass woman. Why does it feel like I’m always in trouble?”
It feels impossible- if you do what’s best for you, other people aren’t going to like it.
But if you keep doing what’s best for others you’ll end up feeling frustrated and resentful again.
So you order dinner from four different places to keep everyone happy.
You work extra hours to prove your value.
You bite your tongue, rearrange your schedule and pretend everything is “fine.”
But that simmering resentment, guilt and anxiety are always there.
You’re a good mom, a good friend, a good partner, a good employee.
You’re juggling lots of expectations, needs, and schedules, trying to get a lot of things done for a lot of people.
You’re usually low-level anxious, mid-level frustrated and high-level exhausted.
Every day you get up and just plow through the to-do list, hoping you don’t make someone mad.
But lately you’ve noticed that what is “good” for other people isn’t always good for you.
It’s feeling harder and harder to keep up- there’s that little tiny voice getting louder and louder that says “ Why can’t I stand up for myself? I’m a grown-ass woman. Why does it feel like I’m always in trouble?”
It feels impossible- if you do what’s best for you, other people aren’t going to like it.
But if you keep doing what’s best for others you’ll end up feeling frustrated and resentful again.
So you order dinner from four different places to keep everyone happy.
You work extra hours to prove your value.
You bite your tongue, rearrange your schedule and pretend everything is “fine.”
But that simmering resentment, guilt and anxiety are always there.