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            any woman what she’d like to improve about her life and she’ll 
            probably respond with a laundry list of things she’d thinks she 
            needs to improve about herself. Each and every one of us is 
            convinced somewhere, somebody else out there is managing it 
            “better.” Her life must be bliss, right? We don’t know her, but 
            we’re sure she’s out there. Well, she’s not. And you know why I 
            think the rest of us feel like we don’t measure up? 
            I think we’ve been sold a bill of 
            goods. The world has us all convinced that being perfect and 
            doing more are the keys to a great life. Somewhere along the line, 
            we bought into the notion that all the happiness and good things in 
            life are reserved for the perfect people and until we become one of 
            them, well then, all our problems are our own damn fault! Surely any unhappiness we’re 
            experiencing stems from the fact that we aren’t organized, don’t 
            read enough, aren’t good enough mothers, don’t work hard enough, eat 
            too much refined sugar, don’t exhibit good enough listening skills 
            or whatever the hell else was in this month’s Cosmo Quiz. 
             And then, as if we don’t make 
            things bad enough by comparing ourselves to the most perfect people 
            we can find, there’s an entire industry of books, tapes, and what 
            not out there highlighting every possible aspect of our 
            inadequacies. Combine that with unsolicited advice from strangers 
            and your own relatives (don’t get me going on the whole family 
            thing) and it’s a wonder any of us have the strength to face another 
            day as our oh so unperfect selves.  We could, of course, all be 
            perfect if we could only muster up the energy to complete the list 
            of “shoulds.” Let’s see, where did it start? I should work more, I 
            should work less, I should spend more time with the kids, I should 
            be making a financial contribution, I should be able to get more 
            done since I’m home all day, I should be better organized, I should 
            keep a neater house, I should spend more time with my parents, I 
            should be doing community volunteer work, I really should do better 
            with my family’s diet, I should be thinner, and on and on and on.
             Oh, and the should list 
            doesn’t just include things we “should” be doing right now, a lot of 
            us expand it to include all the things we “should” have done in the 
            past. I found out I’m not the only one that likes to go back and 
            beat herself up about how I “should” have done something 
            differently. Woulda, coulda, shoulda, you know the mantra. 
             The list is a mile long and 
            we’re convinced that true happiness will descend upon us when it’s 
            all checked off.  Flash The perfect thing isn’t the key to 
            happiness; it’s in the way of happiness.  You know what? I’ve talked with 
            real women about when they were the happiest and not a single one 
            ever even mentioned the “perfect thing”. Nowhere did I hear, “I was 
            happier when my house was cleaner, when I worked harder, was more 
            organized, or any other version of doing it nicer, prettier, or 
            better.” So it appears, that in addition to annoying the rest of us, 
            perfection isn’t very memorable in terms of life experiences and 
            doesn’t make the perfectee any happier either.  What did? It wasn’t feeding the 
            hungry or winning the lottery. It was just a few simple things: Women are the happiest when they 
            know they matter, when they know that what they’re doing with their 
            time counts for something. It doesn’t have to be about changing the 
            world. It doesn’t even have to be fun, easy, or highly paid; it just 
            has to make a difference to someone. The other times they cite as the 
            happiest are when they’re a part of something, when they’re 
            “connected” to other people. Their fondest memories are about being 
            part of a group that was just as interested and excited about 
            whatever it was as they were.  And lastly, when women talk about 
            the best times of their lives it wasn’t when they were doing 
            everything. It was when could they put all that pressure aside and 
            just enjoy doing one thing for a moment.  We’ve put ourselves last on our own 
            priority lists. And we deserve better than that.
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