Superwoman - Not!

Every time the catalog from Femail Creations arrives, I am always drawn toward one particular plaque that speaks to me.

Now me? I'd probably want to add a magic wand to the mix. Kind of a Fairy Godmother with super powers.

The problem, I'm starting to slowly realize, is that I need more than a cape, tiara and magic wand. On top of that, I'm tired and I'm not sure I want to save the world anymore.

While I think I'm starting to understand I'm not Superwoman, I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to admit it yet. To the world, but more importantly — to me.

I grew up in the '60s and '70s — to the Helen Reddy anthem "I am woman, hear me roar, in numbers to big to ignore..." or the classic "I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never make you forget you're a man — cause I'm a woman." Gloria Steinem, Helen Gurley Brown, bra burning ... the fantasy that women could do anything and everything they wanted. WE COULD HAVE IT ALL!

But I'm starting to ask the question "do I want to have it all?" and "why do I need to have it all?" In the end, what did having it all do for me? Did it improve my quality of life? Did I accomplish more? Did I enjoy myself along the way? Did it let me focus on the things that are important?

For the most part, the answer is no. 

Trying to do it all has
...worn me out
                ...unfocused my attention
                                 ....and caused me angst as I work out the logistics of making it look easy.

If I'm too tired because I've been running around, like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to prove I'm superwoman and make it look like a walk in the park ... well then, I'm not enjoying the things I really want to, am I? And to be honest. Being superwoman isn't one of them.

So, here's my declaration: I don't want it all — I have enough. I don't need a tiara, cape and magic want — I need a cup of tea, a good book and a porch swing.

If you'll excuse me, the sun is shining, there's a gentle breeze, and the tea is brewed ...