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"My idea of superwoman is someone who scrubs her own floors." -Bette Midler

I actually own this shirt.

I bought it for the boyfriend when he dressed up as Clark Kent for Halloween this year, then quickly inherited it back to use as a pajama shirt. I love it, its one of my favorites.

But I need to remember, wearing the shirt or not, I am not superwoman. No matter how hard I try to be.

Im not superfriend.

Im not supersister.

Im not supergirlfriend.

Im not superdaughter.

Im not super employee.

And I need to be ok with it. Which is hard. I like to try and make everyone happy. Sometimes I go above and beyond trying to please everyone, or fit everything into a schedule, only to find my spirit completely worn down. And its not like I don’t enjoy the attempt at being superwoman.

I love seeing my friends.

I love bonding with my sisters.

I love being with my boyfriend (when I get to).

I love spending time with my parents.

I love who I work for.

But in the end, I need to remember that I love me too. And sometimes taking a vacation from these things is much needed. 

Speaking of vacations, the boyfriend and I are in desperate need of one. Even a mini spontaneous one. Things have been crazy in our small little world, and I feel like we've been run ragged and we're going to crash (into each other, thats my fear). If only money grew on trees.

To my friends who read this blog, please don’t think Im trying to disappear! Just don’t take it personal if I somehow work up the ability to say “I cant” in the next few weeks coming up. Don’t worry, Im still here. Ill be back to my superfriend self soon.