Needless to say writing my book as been by far the most Cathartic thing I have ever done for myself. Here is a little bit more ..,,
I struggled a lot. I was frazzled a lot. I was irritated a lot. I’d become a woman made up of lists, and was constantly battling my own stress level. I had to come to terms with the fact that sometimes things just didn’t get done, and when they didn’t, I had to be okay with that. Over time, I realized that people put too much pressure on themselves to get things accomplished, to be perfect, and to make things perfect. When you’re in the thick of life, it’s just not possible to achieve perfection. And, by the way, perfection doesn’t exist anyway. Freedom from the notion of perfection is one of the most gratifying feelings of all. I learned in the midst of madness to allow my best to be good enough.
Your best is good enough as well !
