Hey there, my alias is Frances, and let me tell you, I was like a professional juggler in college – constantly tossing assignments, clubs, and parties in the air like a pro. But behind the scenes, I had a monster named anxiety and an insatiable craving for perfection. Now that I recall my mother was similar.

One rainy afternoon, I decided to play hooky from the college chaos and wandered into our teeny-tiny local library. As I aimlessly roamed the bookshelves, a dusty, ancient tome titled “The Book of secrets” practically leaped into my hands from the darkest corner of the library. Seriously, it was like fate was trying to get my attention.

So, I took that dusty old book home and cracked it open that very night. Let me tell you, meditation is no walk in the park for a turbocharged hyper brain like mine. My thoughts had the speed of a race car, but I was determined to tame them.

I started with baby steps, focusing on my breathing.

I had an awakening, a real eye-opener. I realized that I had this perfectionist streak in me, and it wasn’t just directed at myself; it extended to others too. It was wreaking havoc on my relationships, leaving a trail of unhappiness in its wake.

But here’s the kicker – I finally clued in that the problem wasn’t them, it was me. I was the one setting these ridiculous standards for myself and those around me, and I was paying the price for it, big time.

It was like a lightbulb moment. I couldn’t help but trace this perfectionist trait back to my mother; she had passed it down to me. But you know what they say, awareness is the first step to change. I was determined to break free from this unhealthy programming that had been running my life for far too long.

So, I rolled up my sleeves and started battling my own demons, one unrealistic standard at a time.

I somehow noticed I have more issues other than my tendency of perfectionism. Oh no, I met some fellow issues in the battle against anxiety – each disorder with their own quirks and worries. Social anxiety, fear of failure, and a whole bunch of other anxieties.

I laughed, I cried, and most importantly, I meditated – together. My journey of mindfulness and spirituality became my secret weapon against the forces of stress and worry. It wasn’t just about personal growth anymore; it was about finding myself within all this.

I wasn’t banishing anxiety and perfectionism; maybe I was giving them a little nod and learning to live alongside them. To become our buddies, teaching us to be kinder to ourselves, ditch the unattainable standards, and embrace the wild ride of life.

Thanks to the ancient art of meditation and some seriously awesome Masters, I realized that true harmony isn’t about escaping the chaos – it’s about finding peace right in the middle of it. So, we set off on a lifelong quest of self-discovery. It’s worth it.