I spent so many years trying to be perfect....

I spent so many years trying to be perfect. Perfect daughter. Perfect friend. Perfect partner. Perfect employee. And you know what perfection got me? Burnt out. Anxious. Miserable. So I'm letting go. Letting go of the impossible standards I set for myself. Letting go of the need to make everyone happy. Letting go of the guilt when I disappoint people. I'm allowed to mess up. I'm allowed to say no. I'm allowed to put myself first without feeling selfish about it. This is hard. Harder than I thought it would be. But necessary. Goodbye to the version of me that thought she had to earn love. That thought she had to be perfect to be worthy. I'm enough. Just as I am. Messy and imperfect and human.