I used to feel so much pressure to perform; to meet a certain standard at work and in life. And the worst part was, the bulk of this pressure was internal; something I demanded of myself. And then Adrian died, and I realized I didn’t have it in me to keep up with these illusory standards; some days it literally took everything in me just to crawl out of bed.
I wrote this blog post during those early days. It’s still pretty darn true.
We don’t have to meet every deadline. We don’t have to greet every day with a perfect smile. Some days require all of my energy to throw back the covers and put my feet on the floor. And on those days, that is my something. And on others, I have learned to bargain.