Perhaps in my naiveté, I believed that adulthood would exemplify peak “I got my sh*t together” and then some.

I was grossly misled. Adulthood is, I came to find, the exact opposite of that. A constant attempt at juggling and, unlike seasoned performers, many balls are dropped. In the midst of trying to pick those back up, inevitably, some other balls end up slipping through your fingers. Rinse. Repeat.

Now, you need to understand, your girl is a serial perfectionist (in recovery), so this set up doesn’t bring any comfort to me whatsoever. The whole point of life, in my eyes, is to have everything moving like a well oiled machine and then, eventually, I can sit back and relax as I look down at the gigantic seamless operation I have built.

I am hopeful, aren’t I? More like delusional. Lol.

But, the reality is I have realised that this level of control and perfection simply does not exist. Not everyday is going to be a Nara Smith day – some, maybe, but rarely many. For me, I have learnt the hard way that this kind of perfectionism comes at a high cost.

Not everyday is going to be a Nara Smith day

The question I have begun asking myself is this – what does living within the mess and sometimes incomplete tasks look like? How do people genuinely exist in this and not lose their minds?

I know meditation is imperative for centring self in the moment. I know grace is part of it. I know prioritisation is essential. I get all that and practice these tools to the best of my understanding.

But I need more advice. Coz your girl is TIRED!! So feel free to hit me up with your recommendations. Please!