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Heavy is the head who wears the crown

I want to give back my SuperWoman crown.  Yes it is sparkly, and makes me feel fabulous, but it comes with a multitude of strings, and man, they are getting heavy.  Trying to be all things to all people is a race I can't win. It is a Kobayashi Maru (cool Star Trek reference for fellow geek friends)  

Heavy is the head who wears the crown they say, right? You wanna wear it, you get all that comes with it......

Exhaustion
Frustration
Fear
Stress
Expectations
Resentment

Oh the list could go on. So while I am a woman who loves shiny things, I hereby, resign my self appointed role as SuperWoman.  You can have the shiny crown back, cause I need a nap. Any other Mammas out there relate to this self appointed burden? You realise no one else is asking us to put that pretty crown on right? We do it to ourselves. Sparkle doing the things that REALLY bring you joy. Not the things you do because you feel obligated to do. Look at your list of things to do, and cross off anything that does not honor your life priorities.  Sometimes that means saying no, to good things, which feels counterintuitive. It is awkward at first but it gets easier.  I give this advice to others often, now it is time to drink my own Kool aide so to speak, and walk the walk. Carry On Mamma's of the world! You have the most important job in the world, raising human beings of character!

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