A Gallup Health and Well-Being Index revealed that women approaching midlife had the highest levels of stress among all age groups and genders. What's worse, according to the study, they were far more stressed out than previous generations of women, and there didn't seem to be any relief in sight. Today's women are raising children, working, caring for aging parents, and tending to their partners (or trying to), while doing their best to remain fresh and youthful. And as a result, they often feel too stretched, too overwhelmed, too exhausted, too unappreciated, and way too weary.
The study also highlighted the fact that among a range of emotions experiences by these over-worked and under-appreciated women, the most pronounced was guilt. No matter how much they worked, no matter how thinly they were spread, no matter how caring, giving, and sacrificing (and no matter how damned good they looked while engaging in all of their service-related activities) it never felt like they were doing enough -- there was always more they believed they could/should/needed to do. And at the core of these women's souls lurked a fear that they were failing themselves, their employers, their partners, and their children. According to the study, this type of perfectionism is eating away at the mental and physical health of today's women, particularly those who are parents.
I am the mother of a college-aged son who I parented alone for most of his life. I worked throughout his childhood in a high pressure job as a college professor, which afforded me a decent income and a fair amount of flexibility, but was also the source of almost non-stop stress. On the outside I appeared relatively put-together, and I consistently received praise from friends and family who were in awe of how much I could handle.
Now, while I loved being a mom more than I can possibly describe, and while I appreciated the flexibility and adventure my career afforded me, most of the time inside my head I was a complete train wreck, and much like my female counterparts from the Gallup index, I was riddled with the type of guilt that comes from the perfectionist belief that nothing I did was ever going to be quite good enough. I felt guilt when I was at work and not at home. I felt guilt when I was at home and not at work. I felt guilt when I was at school, and neither at home nor at work. I was stretched out, maxed out, whacked out and guilted out on an almost constant basis, fearing I was stretched so thin, that I wasn't giving my best in any area in my life.
And the worst part? I had no one to talk to about my feelings, particularly my guilt, because from my vantage point, everyone else seemed to be doing just fine -- swimming effortlessly through each day, without a care or concern in the world. And in an attempt not to burden anyone, or destroy my image of the all-together-have-it-all woman, I kept my angst to myself and forged ahead with twirling baton in hand.
Now that my son is away at college and I've had some time to reflect on those early years, I realize that my opinion of other women having it more together than I did was likely based on the same false premise as their inflated opinions of me. But no one in my world, not even my female friends, were willing to openly admit their feelings of insufficiency and insecurity and talk about their guilt. It seemed as though we were all trying to live up to some perfectionistic pioneer reality that dictated days spent spinning from task to task, with seamless timing and effortless coordination. And yet nothing could have been further from the truth -- at least for me, and I strongly suspect for all of the other women in my life as well.
So now that I have surpassed the stage of daily parenting responsibilities and have reached the point in my life where I have better perspective and have proactively chucked my perfectionistic guilt right out the proverbial window, I thought I'd do my younger sisters a favor and cough up some confessions, so that they too could take a collective breath, let down their guard, and with all the strength they have remaining at the end of the day, chuck their own perfectionistic guilt right out their window as well.
So here goes:
So what is my message to all the women out there trying to balance it all and feeling too much perfectionistic guilt in the process?
This blog post is also available on the Huffington Post
The longer version of this blog post is available on Monica Torres' blog
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