real, raw motherhood
As the weekend approaches and I look back on the past week, it’s easy to see where I fell short. This week, there wasn’t any exercise. There wasn’t any grappling. There was chocolate, wine, one lemon bar and shortbread cookies. There wasn’t any meditative quiet time. There were no morning pages written. There was a…
I didn’t write last week. I woke up with a cold on Saturday and asked my husband to take our daughter to Capoeira. I usually write during her class. When they left, I did grab my keyboard, made it to the couch, and attempted to type a few sentences but it was clear my stuffy…
Hi. My name is Sarah and I am a recovering perfectionist. Striving to always be and do your best may sound like a good thing but perfectionism is crippling and exhausting. Life’s harder when you’re pulling a ball and chain. Lately I have been very intentional about letting go of perfection and celebrating progress instead.…