Your Daily Mom Hug | Cancel Hustle Culture
You do not have to be busy all day, every day to be worthy.
Good morning, fam,
My apologies for the big break, but life… well, it happened. But I’m back!
Today I want to talk about the pervasive nature of hustle culture, and it guilts us into believing that self-care and downtime are somehow a waste. But I’m here to tell you that it’s not.
I know you’re surprised. ;-)
Seriously, I’ve seen many people experience so much guilt over sitting down, taking a nap, or blocking off time for themselves. And why? Because there’s stuff they could be doing? Let me tell you something: there will always be stuff you could be doing.
But part of that stuff is taking care of you. In whatever capacity that looks like.
And I get it. This is just one more thing that’s hard-wired into our brains, especially for women. But cleaning is morally neutral. Your value and overall worth is not dependent on your home being spotless. (My house will drive you nuts with all the doom boxes/rooms.)
Like all things I talk to you about, if it makes you uncomfortable, ask yourself why. Is it because of childhood trauma (mine is) or a neurodivergency (like my ADHD)? What will happen if you don’t do it right now? Or worse, if you delegate it to someone else in your home (if you can)? And can you let them get it done without you hovering or getting anxious/angry because they’re ‘not doing it right’?
For most of you, it’s a matter of control, because you’ve been taught that it must be done a certain way, or you’ve cultivated a specific way to accomplish the task. However, more often than not, letting other people get it done for you will eventually be less stressful.
Because they need to learn how to do it, and you need to learn to let go. You deserve a home that doesn’t demand your presence to be functional. You deserve you-time that is uninterrupted, as best as your fellow humans can do.
In a phrase: You do not have to do it all.
Just something to think about.
Love,
Your Mom
This is a lesson I have to keep reminding myself of...