It’s officially fall where I am! School is in full swing (I even made it to a tailgate for football this weekend!), it’s starting to get chilly out and Halloween is just around the corner. While I’ve been enjoying my cinnamon scented candle and pumpkin flavored-everything, I have also been super busy with school and work. I hate not having the time to write, but I have to prioritize the less-fun aspects of my life sometimes.
To keep my busy life in order, I stay super organized. I use a bullet journal/planner, I stay on top of my schoolwork and I participate in class. Sound easy? It isn’t. Streamlining my academic and extracurricular responsibilities takes a lot of work and it can definitely overwhelm me sometimes. But I had an enlightening conversation with a friend recently. She told me that, from her perspective, my life appears pretty great and stress-free. Say what?
I was happy to hear that my life seemed so great to someone looking in on it, but I was also really surprised. As the person living my life, I am almost always stressed out. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not complaining. I take on a lot of stuff between academics, work and extracurriculars because I enjoy all those things and I like having work to do. But the stress still gets to me. So while it’s gratifying to hear that the work I put in to streamline my life and appear on top of everything has paid off, I also don’t want to put up any fronts:
I stress-eat, or stress-bake, or stress-binge Netflix.
I fight with my parents or my friends or my boyfriend.
My work gets to be too much and I have to take a day of doing absolutely nothing because I just don’t have the mental capacity to complete tasks.
I make mistakes. I do poorly in a class, or I eat crappy food while trying to eat healthy, or I say something not-so-nice.
I guess I’m writing this as a reminder that nobody’s perfect. My life isn’t stress free. I certainly have it easy compared to what others might experience, but my life is far from perfect. I still have to put in a ton of work just to make it seem like I’ve got it together. But I don’t want my life to be perfect. If my life were perfect, I’d never learn anything or grow as a person. I make mistakes, but I don’t hang on to those mistakes. I forgive myself and move on and try to learn from them.
No matter how beautiful someone’s Instagram photos are, or how well they seem to be doing in class, or how happy they seem, everybody’s got something going on. It might be body image issues, or stress, or mental health issues, or something else entirely. The point is, I advise you to never compare yourself to someone else. To my beautiful friend and everyone else: everyone has something they struggle with. You are not alone. Nobody’s perfect, and nobody should be. There is no such thing as perfection, and even if it did exist, I think it would be pretty boring.