I’m every woman! It’s all in me! The karaoke stage from Portland to the Bahamas has aided my delusions of not only thinking I’m doing the song justice Whitney would be proud of, but of actually believing I am the embodiment of this song with the woman who does it all naturally!
Yes, slap that capital “S” on my chest and watch me fly! Or more truthfully, watch me get to a rousing start, then huff, then puff, sputter and crash. My, how the mighty have fallen.
My friend, please take it from a recovering “super woman” addict, you do not have to be all things to all people. Being blatantly honest, you can’t be! I know. It hurts. Come here. Let me give you an emotional hug. There. Now let me slap the reality into you!
When you find yourself carrying a psychiatrist’s notebook, a diaper bag, a referee’s whistle around your neck and the world’s best wife, teacher, boss, mom, doctor…mug in your hand. Not only are you doing way too much but, you are wearing yourself out. Stop it!
Look at your relationships nakedly and honestly and ask yourself what your job description really is. You’re a wife to your husband. Let the woman who birthed him be his mother. You’re a manager for your professional team, not a referee for their grievances. You’re a Best Friend for Life, but that doesn’t mean you have to be a psychiatrist as well, again, as usual.
Lastly, you have ambitions, hope and dreams so require that spouse to help you with the little ones. They’re not so little anymore? Trash the diaper bag and require everyone to pitch in and help this “every woman” be all she’s meant to be.
Wisdom: Never attempt to be everything to everybody. Your job is to be a life-long partner in people’s growth, development and ultimate maturity.
Yes, slap that capital “S” on my chest and watch me fly! Or more truthfully, watch me get to a rousing start, then huff, then puff, sputter and crash. My, how the mighty have fallen.
My friend, please take it from a recovering “super woman” addict, you do not have to be all things to all people. Being blatantly honest, you can’t be! I know. It hurts. Come here. Let me give you an emotional hug. There. Now let me slap the reality into you!
When you find yourself carrying a psychiatrist’s notebook, a diaper bag, a referee’s whistle around your neck and the world’s best wife, teacher, boss, mom, doctor…mug in your hand. Not only are you doing way too much but, you are wearing yourself out. Stop it!
Look at your relationships nakedly and honestly and ask yourself what your job description really is. You’re a wife to your husband. Let the woman who birthed him be his mother. You’re a manager for your professional team, not a referee for their grievances. You’re a Best Friend for Life, but that doesn’t mean you have to be a psychiatrist as well, again, as usual.
Lastly, you have ambitions, hope and dreams so require that spouse to help you with the little ones. They’re not so little anymore? Trash the diaper bag and require everyone to pitch in and help this “every woman” be all she’s meant to be.
Wisdom: Never attempt to be everything to everybody. Your job is to be a life-long partner in people’s growth, development and ultimate maturity.
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