It’s been a wild couple of weeks. We moved, I had to fight an energy company (Lumo Energy – they’re terrrible Australia – AVOID!) and we’ve been building IKEA furniture left, right and center.
It’s been really all go go go and my mind is all chaotic. When you think about it, it’s not all surprising – The Boy and I have both started new jobs, we’ve moved, we’ve bought new furniture, we’re settling into new lives. Plus I’m starting uni in 2 weeks and it’s all busy times! But with all this craziness, I’m feeling the pressure.
The pressure to be perfect and set up and unpacked and organised.
The pressure to be on top of everything and socialising and saving money.
The pressure to be doing something all the time and JUST. BE. PERFECT.
I know nobody else is putting this pressure on me. It’s self-inflicted, which makes it worse really. I can’t blame anyone else. My mother’s suggestions to ‘help’ and organise things and help me unpack end up making me feel more stressed because she’s a mini superwoman and a whirlwind and she gets.stuff.done and I don’t. I’m not the consummate entertainer, I’m not perfectly organised and I never will be. And yet I expect this of myself.
I’m feeling overwhelmed but it’s of my own doing, so how do I stop this? I’m 6kgs overweight and I should be exercising more than I am. I should be doing more. I should be blogging more.
This word “should” – I think I hate it.
Any tips on getting the Type A side of me to go off and die?