Like many women of my generation, I was raised with ridiculously high expectations.
I cannot remember anyone ever saying, “when you are a wife or mom…” but I can recall plenty of times where I heard, “When you go to college, when you have a career, etc.”
So I went to college. I had a lucrative and impressive career. And apparently when that wasn’t good enough, I decided to open my own business. I work all the time. People admire all I have accomplished. I’m “a somebody.”
Yep. I am a success by all accounts. Except more and more often lately I am wondering if what I should really do is give up the superwoman act, hang up the cape, and “just” be a mom and wife?
What good is being a superwoman if I am missing my children’s childhoods because I am always working? What good is being a superwoman if all I ever seem to talk or think about is my business and career? What good is being a superwoman when that quest has led to failed relationships and out of wack priorities?
I am seriously toying with the idea of chucking it all and being a nobody. Yep. A failed superhero.
I feel guilty even thinking about it. And yet I am thinking about it more and more and more.
Yep. I might just go ahead and waste my potential, go back to the kitchen, and while I am a little old for being pregnant, I could at least be barefoot.
I have lived the superwoman life and to be honest, I am over it.
First female president? Not me.
Nope. Super hero out!