We live in a society where women who are perceived as
anything less than “Superwoman” is considered, well, exactly that…less
than. We have this notion in our head
that as women, our value lies in how much is piled on to our plate -- how many
social gatherings we are invited to and attend, how many circles of friends we
stay active in, how many hours we spend at a job, how much time we spend
maintaining a home and/or family, how organized our Pinterest boards are, and
how many Pinterest crafts/recipes we attempt and successfully complete, all while
looking put together (aka yoga pants don’t count as real clothes).
We live for the Superwoman compliments. How often do we feel validated when, as
women, someone comments on our life with praise such as “you’re like
Superwoman” or “how do you have time for all that?” or “omg you’re so
busy”. We find validation in
“busy”. We find purpose in doing a lot
of things. Somehow, quality has taken a
backseat to quantity, and we thrive on adding one more to our to-do list and
checking them off rather than on ensuring that we complete each task with
conscientious care.
