The Real Silent Killer

Have you ever had one of those weeks when you felt like you were really killing it? Like…you fed your family real home cooked food every day; the laundry was washed, dried, folded, and put away… ON THE SAME DAY; you actually looked your husband in the eye more than once and felt absolute love swelling in your chest; AND you hit a major milestone in your business! One of those weeks when you know the stars have perfectly aligned and all that it means to be a woman was revealed in and through you. They’re rare, but those weeks give you a high that comes close to the first time you realized chocolate WILL make you feel better!
And then it happens… you make the mistake of thinking nothing can bring you down off of your high, so you log on to social media. You’re only two posts in when you see some woman with washboard abs two weeks after giving birth and look down at your own pouch three years after your youngest was born. You decide Teyana Taylor is a freak of nature who will not ruin your good mood so you close Instagram and log on to Facebook. You’d rather catch up with old friends who are as much of a hot mess as you are. The very first post on Facebook is from a girl you hated in high school who now has a Madonna-esque accent after relocating to London to live the life of your dreams. You realize Facebook was an even worse idea, so you quickly close the tab and find your way to Pinterest. Surely Pinterest will give you inspiration for new recipes or art ideas you can do with the kids. Pinterest is full of hot mess moms like you. Things are going well until you see a picture of a well-organized closet. Like a moth drawn to a flame, your mouse moves to click on the website. Seeing pictures of that random woman you’ve never seen before, assembling her closet with a hammer in one hand and her baby strapped to her back, pushes you over the edge. Every single good vibe leaves your body so the familiar pangs of “I’m just not good enough” can return to their comfy place. They come dressed in their pajamas with the Ben & Jerry's in tow because they know they are going to be there for a while!
So many “experts” try to tell us Mompreneurs that a lack of discipline or organization is what kills our business. We’re told we need to create boundaries and a routine that works, which is true. But none of those things are the real silent killer. What really kills your I-am- SUPER
woman-without-the-cape vibe is comparison! Comparing yourself to strangers on-line who are only showing you the highlight reel of their lives will leave you feeling isolated and inadequate. It makes you feel the wins you just celebrated are trivial and shouldn’t even be considered wins. It diminishes your self-perception based solely on a post that didn’t tell you the move to London was to heal from a terrible break-up. The closet building Mama forced her husband to take 50 pictures before she found one that “looked” authentic even though it was anything but. And don’t get me started on Teyana Taylor… she IS in fact a freak of nature who clearly has super human genes that do not follow the same scientific rules the rest of us mere mortals are forced to abide by.
Here’s my point. The only thing you can do every day is wake up and bet on yourself! Believe that you have everything on the inside of you that you’ll need to OWN the day as the absolute Capeless Wonder that you are! Stop comparing yourself to others, instead challenge yourself to set goals and meet them. Give yourself permission to be flawed and imperfect, but maintain your determination to be the best version of you that you can be! Ride the wave of good vibes until the magic runs out of your carpet. You are your only measuring stick. Every day that your family stays alive and has some sort of food in their belly AND your business is still a business is a win! Expect highs and lows. Give yourself permission to be a hot mess and SUPER
woman at the same time. Remember she makes us think she looks great all the time, but I bet she drinks flat tummy tea and wears two pairs of Spanx to hide her bloat too!








