Tonight, as Rhett and I were lying in bed, in that space between sleep and awake, we were contemplating my "problem".
It went a little something like this:
Rhett: "You know what your problem is?"
Me: "Do tell."
Rhett: "You're always trying to improve yourself. Like... all the time. You're always trying to be a little bit better than you were the day before. And I think it's driving you crazy. You just need to be yourself and be done with it."
Me: "Doesn't everyone try to improve themselves?"
Rhett: "Hell no."
Me: "Are you SURE?"
Huh. I think he's got a point. Maybe just being who I am at exactly this moment wouldn't be such a bad thing. Maybe I'm already good enough. Maybe I don't need to learn (another) new hobby. Or figure out how to make the perfect from scratch vanilla cupcake. Or aspire to be an "after" from a very poignant episode of "What Not to Wear." Maybe I'm okay... messy closet, imperfect pedicure, tragically fitting capri pants and all.
Just the thought of that is very freeing.
Fly away impractical self-expectations! See ya. Wouldn't wanna be ya.