Overworked? Over-stressed? Overwhelmed?
These words have become the new norm in our culture’s vocabulary and are how most of us describe how we feel. I recently read an article on NPR about the “New Perfectionism” that has developed in our society. It got me thinking about this unspoken pressure to do everything (and do it well) as we strive towards this unrealistic ideal of perfection.
People are super-stressed, and it’s not just from work. The internet has put a wealth of information at our fingertips, so now when we buy something, we can read 100 customer reviews to find the perfect blender. Our smartphones have millions of apps that let us do things that weren’t possible even just few years ago. And it seems like there’s always a newer version of the iPhone coming out. I just can’t keep up.
What really sums up the New Perfectionism for me is those one-time Kodak cameras. I especially loved the underwater ones. But you had to wait until you got the photos developed to see what you actually captured. Sure, some of the them were blurry, but there was something special about looking through those photos. Today, everyone with a smartphone has a camera on them at all times. Then you can delete, edit, and share that photo within a matter of seconds. Instant gratification. Instant perfection.
Sure, I think it’s important to continue to learn and grow as individuals so we can progress as a societal group. And I agree that a competitive spirit can be beneficial. But how much is too much? These days, it seems like the pressure starts building early. I certainly don’t remember having to interview to get into a top-tier preschool. I went to the preschool that was on the same block as my grandparents’ house, so it was easy for them to pick me up at the end of the day. Parents feel a lot more pressure now to start their kids on the “right track” as early as possible to get them into the best colleges and jobs down the road.
New Perfectionism and growing societal pressures are hard to avoid though. They’re around us every day. That’s why I think it’s so important that we let go every once in a while. Learn to be happy with what you have. Try new things, but don’t feel pressure to be the best at it. We can all live a little more peacefully. So, whenever you feel the need to be perfect, think about that Kodak camera.
I leave you with this quote from the NPR article:
“Information isn’t knowledge. And information that is fast and cheap, like fast, cheap food, isn’t nourishing. But it is hyper-stimulating. And so it is, really, terrifying.
The bottom line seems to be that we know too much, understand too little and we are way too scared of what we might be missing…Seen in this context, our focus on what we put in our mouths and the way we organize our family life can seem almost like a form of madness. It is a symptom. We are overwhelmed.”
Have you ever eaten at your desk while continuing to do work? It’s the worst! But a lot of workers feel pressure to be working all the time, whether it’s a message from management or from themselves. Be sure to check your employee handbook to see exactly how much time you have for lunch (and check out if you are allowed other break-time). A lot of workplaces allow the freedom for people to take longer breaks if they add that time to the beginning or the end of the day. This is great for people that want to use their break to run errands or do a quick workout.
My strategy: I allow myself one happy hour a week. This doesn’t include if I’m going over to someone’s house for drinks or a date night, although I still factor those things in my budget. The other days of the week, I’m either working with my personal training clients, exercising, running errands, or relaxing at home. I really value my down time! Spending an evening with friends is my reward for exercising and crossing off items on my to-do list during the week. And really, what could be better than good conversations and laughter?
This is probably what I’m worst at, as far as time management goes. I have a difficult time shutting my brain down, and that’s not a good start to getting a restful night’s sleep. What I’m trying to get better at is 

What I realized after this exercise, however, is that I’m still stuck on the concept that I should only be doing things that I’m good at. Ellen also gave some good advice about how to deal with fears. She says that we shouldn’t look at the bigger fear because that will drive us away. Rather, start by taking small risks. She says eat an apple without washing it or swim only 27 minutes after eating. I know she’s being funny, but she’s right. Start small, then go from there. Perhaps being an adult is about realizing that everything takes time; that the things we avoid due to fear and anxiety are just things we can overcome if we go one step at a time.


Looking back at the last three years, I can’t really complain about my life. I graduated in 2009 with a degree in Environmental Studies, got a job at an environmental non-profit in D.C., and maintained a great relationship and circle of friends. Everything all bright and cheery from the outside. Three years later, I’m in the same (job) boat and ready to jump ship, swim around in unknown waters, and find a new boat to sail in. Or if you’re more of a land-based metaphor type, I’m ready to blaze my own trail instead of walking on one that already exists.
This past weekend, I turned 25. I rented a car, the only thing other than running for the House of Representatives that 25-year-olds can do to as a right of passage. Now, I could go on and on about how all the milestone birthdays have already passed and how 25 is SO OLD, but I’m not going to do that. Why? Because 25 really isn’t that old. Since most old people are crotchety complainers (and I just said 25 isn’t old), I should be embracing my quarter of a century, not begrudging its very existence.
It’s been a long week and thank goodness it’s finally Friday. Today, I had the joy of starting my morning by going to a D.C. city hearing about my “inappropriate use of a trash receptacle.” I won’t get into all the details, but to make a long story short, I was accused of littering because someone took mail sent to an address I lived at two years ago and put it in the trash. At the appeal hearing this morning, the prosecutors didn’t even show up. Case closed. They knew they didn’t stand a chance against my impeccable evidence. Oh, you better believe I was ready to go all Law & Order and plead my case to prove my innocence, but I didn’t even get the chance to.
Ever since I served on a jury a few years ago, I’ve realized that court isn’t as sexy as they portray it on tv. To be fair, my first impression of court was based on Ally McBeal. But I will say, it’s still pretty damn empowering to win a case, regardless of how it happens. I plan on telling people that I won my case AND that I did so, representing myself. Didn’t even need a lawyer. Booya!