Both perfectionism and people-pleasing create unattainable standards that leave us feeling exhausted, stressed and disconnected.

Is it just me, or is midlife the messiest adventure of self-discovery? (Holy airball!) When I was younger, I thought midlife was all about hot flashes and sports cars. Now I understand that midlife involves an evolution of our self-understanding and includes, many changes, losses and transitions: kids growing up, relationships growing apart, careers stagnating (or even just beginning) and for women*, the start of menopause.

Does it ever feel like no matter how much you do it is never enough? Perfectionism creates unrealistic (often unattainable) standards...