I started a new job last week, which reinvigorated the steps of the working motherhood dance, the push and pull of demands and desires, the panicked feeling of "there’s no way I can swing all of this."
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Perfectionism Is the Voice of the Oppressor
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I started a new job last week, which reinvigorated the steps of the working motherhood dance, the push and pull of demands and desires, the panicked feeling of "there’s no way I can swing all of this."