So last night I had a tiny meltdown (& by tiny I mean not tiny). Like.. a “lying face-down on the living room floor & crying it out for a while” type of meltdown. Lol. If we would’ve had any chocolate in the house I promise you it would definitely be gone. I had a “bottle up & explode” 20 minutes moment, which I tend to do every now & then (because, you know… I’m an adult & everything, haha) when I feel extremely overwhelmed.

It all started because I was struggling to edit my blog & things just weren’t going right so I became frustrated & started thinking, “Why am I even doing this? Who even cares?” etc. etc. etc. Which led me to think about all the things I haven’t achieved yet, my goals I haven’t completed yet & all kinds of negative thoughts. I’m so lucky to have a husband who knows how to make me feel better… hugs, words of affirmation & a nice little tub of warm water to soak my feet in front of the TV (: It’s usually at this point that he would have to pry the computer from my hands & force me to relax, but this time I didn’t need the encouragement. I didn’t have the mental capacity to carry on, haha.

Since I’ve become a mom, it seems like I’ve been putting more pressure on myself to be perfect. I’m already a perfectionist by nature & my OCD tendencies come out even more when I’m stressed. I’ve learned that I am happiest when things in my life are well-balanced… Being “too much” of anything just kind of throws me off. So that’s something I’m working on (& usually struggle with) daily. But I’m pretty sure I can’t be the only mom –or woman, for that matter– who gets carried away with such high expectations for themselves… & I don’t think I’m the only one who’s ever had a breakdown, am I right? Haha. It really makes me wonder why, oh WHY do we do this to ourselves?