Toxic Superwoman/Superman Syndrome
Is this your typical Super Hero Day? You…
- Get up at 5am, head to the gym and sprint with a prowler until your legs buckle;
- Head to work where everyone is plugged into their iPhone listening to Beyonce because chatting bothers the boss;
- Never say no to buying Girl Scout thin mints, Middle School jazz band Santa wrapping paper, and Boy Scout caramel corn;
- Rarely move from your desk: you’re too serious, committed, and responsible;
- Use 15 minutes at noon to gulp a soggy tuna sandwich and Cheetos from the vending machine while sneaking a peak at Instagram, but look available if anyone needs you;
- Be anxious, sure the boss is frowning at you because you’re not doing enough;
- Work until 7pm on the weekdays and 8-5 on Saturday. You would work Sunday too but your spouse has dangerously hinted at finding someone more fun if you do;
- Come home exhausted, dreading you missed something critical in that last budget report;
- Reach for a glass of Merlot or maybe a vodka martini to de-stress;
- Pull out a frozen pizza (and another glass of that excellent Merlot) for dinner. Talk to your spouse who keeps checking gmail;
- Steal an hour for a Stephen King read, a load of whites or maybe that one last work email;
- Flop into bed at 11pm waking up at 2am worrying about work, family and that mysterious pain in your right side just over your…what is that organ?
Repeat…for years.
(Oh yeah, add taking care of kids and gladly remove all the free time and then some).
Sound familiar? And you wonder why you feel unfulfilled, unhappy and wound so tight you need that drink to even get close to relaxation!
Why? Why do we do these tortuous things to ourselves? Why is everyone else’s agenda more important than ours? For me it was because I was:
- A single parent dedicated to paying as much as possible on my daughter’s college tuition;
- Focused on staying current on bills and keeping my house;
- Loving the sympathy being a victim earned me (ouch);
- Addicted to a lifestyle, my title and the status and respect that brought me;
- Proud to be perceived as so wonderful, so competent that I could do it all:
- But most of all FEAR.
Fear?
Yep, fear of change, fear of moving forward, fear of being seen, fear I was secretly worthless, fear that my dream was stupid, irresponsible and unattainable, fear of ending up a bag lady, homeless living under a bridge in my old age. Fear of change with a little dash of no self-confidence. What about you? Ready to quit being the woeful victim and do what you dream about? What you know you’re meant to do? I can help!
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