I want to be Superwoman.
I want to be Superwoman at the gym who comes to work out in Lululemon yoga pants with a coordinated top, freshly washed hair, and toned arms. I want to glisten like she does with her resting heart rate of 48.
I want to be Superwoman who never raises her voice at her children and doesn’t get that feeling when your head gets hot from being embarrassed by public displays of eye rolling.
I want to be Superwoman who gets her family to church on time every week. She is calm and waiting for the service to begin, not frazzled, tossing her kids in the childcare at record pace, running to get to the service, only to break her heel on the way in the door. Superwoman doesn’t limp into church. She flies gracefully with style.
I want to be Superwoman who wants to take cute self pictures all the time on instagram. What’s not to love about Superwoman at any angle on Instagram? RARE self portrait above.
I want to be Superwoman who sends little electric shocks to people when they belittle others. Superwoman has no tolerance for mean people and calls out gossip on the spot despite being the unpopular superhero for doing so.
I want to be Superwoman who only craves green peppers, broccoli, chocolate whey protein, and chicken breasts. And when Superwoman is stressed, she prays, works out for the second time, and drinks an extra 40 ounces of water to flush out the bad Karma.
I want to be Superwoman who is full of endless energy for her husband and looks like a crisp $100 bill when her husband walks in the door from work. Superwoman never unloads on her husband, instead she has boundless energy for their second romp of the day.
I know that I am not Superwoman, but I want to be.
I want to have it all together, even though I know that is impossible.
I know that my friends don’t have it all together either.
But what I notice is that I don’t care if my friends have it all together or not. I don’t think twice if their house is a mess, if they buy organic food, attend a weekly bible study, or exercise daily. I don’t think twice if their child says something disrespectful and they lose their composure.
I don’t place that burden onto anyone else but myself. A burden that I put on myself perhaps subconsciously. I often don’t realize it until after the fact, when I am weighed down by the heavy burden of trying to have it all together. It’s exhausting at times.
I’ve commented on many blogs that I have read over the past 5 years on posts related to not having it all together. Everyone agrees in unison that we don’t. But what I struggle with, is that fact that it doesn’t stop me from trying.
I confess… I still want to be Superwoman.
Lord help me, I am a stubborn soul.
I’m enjoying a couple of fun filled days with my mom who is here visiting during spring break. Let’s all go out and enjoy our day and agree to not take on the burden of Superwoman for at least 24 hours. Perhaps a conscious effort to give ourselves permission to be just enough the way we are.
Blessings sweet friends – Jenny