Balance Is Bullshit

Life's just one big balancing act, isn't it? It's been talked about to death, that idea of striking the perfect balance between motherhood and career. In the past few decades we've seamlessly transitioned from the 80s 'working girl' trope (you know the type, running around the city in a pantsuit and sneakers) to the 90s stay-at-home mom, perfectly poised at the forefront of PTA meetings and now we're being sold (pretty aggressively) on the idea that we can have it all.

It seems so tempting and achievable. Why can't we have everything all at once? Of course we can be perfect mothers, perfect wives, perfect employees and bosses... all at the same time. Who needs rest? Sleep when you're dead! Just drink more coffee. But not Starbucks... that's not real coffee. Give your children all of your attention and resources, they're everything after all. Be sexy and interesting... date your husband! Have laser-focus in the office. Don't let them see you split your attention, they won't take you seriously. Don't call in sick, don't take PTO. How could you possibly miss the Kindergarten field trip? Freelance! It's so much more rewarding and you get to make your own hours. Don't forget the gym! Carve out an hour for yourself and head to hot yoga/pilates/Pure Barre/Soul Cycle... you've earned it and to be honest, your ass could be better. Higher. Tighter. TV dinners are antiquated. What do you mean you don't source your produce from a locally owned organic farm? Didn't you stop at the farmer's market this week? Are those eggs free range? Do you have a spiralizer? Don't your kids and husband love spaghetti squash? Why are you tired? Don't forget how #blessed you are!

That. Is. Bullshit.

You can't have it all. There just aren't enough hours in the day to strike the perfect work/life balance. That picture of the 'perfect' woman in your head? She's a lie. She's the culmination of a thousand different women. She's the sum of countless hours spent consuming clean living rooms designed by award winning bloggers and polished fashionistas toting the newest handbag on your Instagram feed. She's the very best of every woman in line at school drop-off (and none of her moments spent breaking down in the fabric softener aisle of Target). She's not real. She has been planted there by men looking to put you in your place (I see you Donald Trump), women who gain self esteem by tearing you down instead of building others up and corporations looking to capitalize on your insecurities.

I've spent all of my motherhood years and a long time before that trying to find balance. Trying to be perfect or the best. Trying to roar and win but stay soft and caring. You know what? There's no such thing as balance. It's unrealistic to expect to spend the rest of my life teetering between different facets of womanhood, evenly distributing my time and attention. You can't have it all either and that's perfectly okay.

So don't clean your house (every day), pop your kids in front of the TV for 20 minutes so that you can shower in peace, play hooky every now and then, go on dates with your husband when you feel like it (not the Buzzfeed mandated once a week because who says Netflix binges aren't dates?) and let it go. Let the idea that you can find balance go. When life is pulling you one direction, lean into it because it's okay to funnel focus into one thing and let the others fall by the wayside (within reason). Give yourself grace to fail, grace to be imperfect. Balance is bullshit.

photos via Spell Designs

Denim Uniform

Lately I've been sticking to somewhat of a "uniform" when it comes to dressing. Simple tops, simple shoes and THE most important piece,  the. perfect. jeans. I've been on a mission to collect vintage fits, classic washes and cool hems in the hopes of stocking my closet with ample choices. Enter: Mother Denim. I'm obsessed with these styles and everything the relaxed/cool brand stand for (extra points for the "Love Your Other" campaign and it's proceeds benefiting Self Evident Truths and its work for LGBTQ+ visibility).

As I get older (there's a birthday on the horizon that will put me square in the "late 20s" camp vs the "early 20s" brigade I've spent the last few years in), I'm discovering more and more what works for me. Personal style is such a process of evolution and I'm finally starting to realize that neutral, simple, comfortable pieces are definitely my jam. I'm refining my taste, rethinking my choices and reinvesting in staples that I know will work hard. Sign me up for all the simple tees, perfect denim, crisp shirts, funky boots and minimal accessories...

What's your uniform?

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Art Immitating Art

Sometimes it's fun to pick up a pencil create solely for the sake of fun! For the past year or so I've spent half of my time dreaming about all things bridal for Finery and that included stalking all of the runway shows for new styles and favorite designers. New York Bridal Week wrapped a little while ago and I was so inspired by all of the beautiful details swirling about that I had to try my hand at a couple of quick little sketches atop these shots of Jessie from a few months ago. Always a runway favorite, Naeem Khan brought the dreamiest designs and most intricate beadwork this season. See the original looks here.