You Don’t Have To Be Wonderwoman

I had planned to post travel-related content today; I’m off to Italy next week, so I wanted to do some sort of wish-list, travel diary or what I’m packing for my trip.

I had planned it. I’ve even written most of it – but for some reason, my head is elsewhere this week and I decided against posting it.

Recently I’ve had something else on my mind, something that I hope a lot of you reading this will be able to relate to and something that I wanted to address. This is something that has been whizzing around my brain, not just in relation to the blogging world, but also in my personal life.

At the moment, I feel as though I am inundated with people portraying this Wonderwoman image as part of their everyday life; an image that is effortless; that takes no time at all; that is second nature, and I feel ashamed that I can’t be one of them.

In my opinion, there aren’t enough hours in the day.

If working full-time wasn’t enough, I constantly see girls in their gym gear all over the place talking about how they’ve only managed to fit in 4 hour-long workouts this week or were only able to meal-prep three days out of seven, or only been on two date nights this week; and then there’s me who feels as though I’ve accomplished something when I tick something menial off my to-do list or don’t burn my dinner.

Then there are the people who manage to cram in photo shoots, blog writing, brunch, lunch, drinks, scheduling posts and social media whilst taking care of a child, dog, cat, husband – the lot – into the weekend, and I wonder where they got the extra hours in the day from because I certainly need them.

I am well aware that social media isn’t real life – I’m guilty of it too – posting a cute cup of coffee is much more aesthetically pleasing than a day old tuna sandwich, and although I don’t adhere to a ‘theme’ on Instagram, I do try to make my pictures look as pretty as possible – but everything I do post, is an aspect of my real life.

At the moment, I’m finding it more and more exhausting to always feel as though I am in the shadow of these ‘Wonderwomen’; to feel as though I am falling behind, and that my life isn’t as pretty and pink as everyone else’s – but maybe it’s my own fault for comparing myself so much to those around me?

Does it really matter if I didn’t spend £600 on a new camera lens? Or didn’t get invited to a top, super-swish event? Or lost out on a campaign to another blogger? In the long-run, probably not.

But when you spend a lot of time in the blogging world, I feel like there are a lot of unwritten rules, whether it’s having your posts written weeks in advance, your tweets scheduled or your images perfectly edited ready to click post, and sometimes it’s hard to keep up.

And do you know what the worst part is? I bet half these people don’t even realise they’re doing it or making others feel the way they do because it’s part of their life and most probably part of their personality.

Do people who tick all the above boxes even have time to relax and be human?

I got a migraine on Tuesday at work because I was so stressed out about this whole situation, and my mental health has taken a battering too because I feel as though I’m falling behind. I feel as though I’m failing because I don’t have as many followers or subscribers or unique visitors to my blog every month – but in reality, every single person, every single blog, every single channel is completely different to one another and we shouldn’t let the figures take away from the beauty of writing and creating content that we truly love.

At the end of the day though, it’s all well and good to be surrounded by those who inspire you, the ultimate #girlbosses but it’s important to remember that you don’t have to be Wonderwoman to be succeeding on your own path. Sometimes you need to celebrate the little achievements in your own life and not compare where you are to where someone else is.

Maybe I am overreacting to the fact that there are people out there who are better adults than me; further along the career ladder, having babies, going on amazing holidays, opening savings accounts and making their house a home – but when I think back to how I was this time last year, I’m pretty happy with how far I’ve come.

You can only do as much as you can do, and to be honest, that’s more than enough x

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  1. September 16, 2017 / 8:16 pm

    Every woman feels that way. I think the pressure is on more now because of social media.
    When you have children the pressure is worse. You feel like everyone is doing a great job and you're exhausted and wondering what you're doing wrong. There's always some Wonder Woman with 4 kids and a full time multi million pound company to run!
    In fact we're doing nothing wrong.
    We are brilliant strong beautiful people and the females that should be empowering are actually doing the opposite!!
    There lives aren't any better than ours. They get stressed they probably suffer from worse anxiety trying to keep up there high social profile!
    That's all fake … as fake as their lips and boobs!
    Ladies never compare your beautiful selves to them.
    God made this beautiful world then he realised it wasn't perfect until he made you…. now it's perfect just like you . ❤️

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