I turned 35 yesterday. I don’t know that I had many preconceptions about what my life should look like at a certain age – as in, number of kids, marriage, job. I really just foresaw myself as being strong, confident, and persistent. And at 35, I think I am all of those things. So I guess I’m exactly where I thought I’d be at this age.

I do know that at 35, I’m finally starting to feel comfortable with myself. That I’ve given up trying to please everybody, and have instead moved toward focusing on the things in my life that make me happy. Being the best mom I can be for Harrison, the best wife I can be in our marriage, the best boss I can be at work. And letting go of caring so much about the things that used to keep me up at night with anxiety: client problems and impossible deadlines, whether I came off the right way in front of a group of strangers while having to discipline my child, and countless other things.

I am one of those people that is constantly trying to better myself. Finding the better way to teach Harrison. The better way to connect with my husband. Trying to find a better way to sleep train, self-soothe, breastfeed, potty train…you name it. And while I love this trait about myself, there’s only so much that one person can do.

And if you’re one of those people that’s constantly on the treadmill trying to reach perfection in all things, you may need to hear this too. One of the biggest thing that I’ve learned in my life is that you can only do what you can do. If you are doing your best, and giving something your best faith effort, the rest you just have to shrug off and let go. You are good enough, just as you are.