A few years back, my mother got me a daily calendar For Women Who Do Too Much (Anne Wilson Schaef, again). It was a page-a-day, and I couldn't believe how well it spoke to me. Did she design this calendar exclusively for me? Were there lurkers in the corners of my life--how did she get all the *details* so right?
Chicken Little: is the sky falling, or do I just live my life in crisis mode? |
I was lamenting with a couple sewing buddies recently about the endless ToDo list. I had told of my recent Sweetie-inspired idea to cut every day's list in half, and how that seemed to be working better for me--at least in terms of making my perfectionist expectations more in line with reality. One woman said, "The problem is that a woman who manages to get herself together half an hour early in the morning will think to herself, 'Wow, look at the time--I could paint the house!' And feels like this is normal thinking and behavior." So true...
When relating this story to my roommate, he added that the female-socialized perspective is to put the needs of others first. A man wouldn't think twice about using that extra half-hour for "me time". Wouldn't feel the tiniest bit guilty about it. Ah, there's a lesson here...
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