For years I strived for ‘housekeeping perfection’ but actually, 'good enough' is just fine too – I promise you’ll be happier for it

Dining room with large mid century dining table and chairs with yellow seat cushions, yellow paneled walls, large art work canvas, plants on table and large glass doors on right.

I grew up striving for perfection – not in other people, but myself. It began at school with my grades, then as a journalist, and later as a wife, mom and homeowner. I was, and remain, my own worst critic.

It’s safe to say this internal pressure has not been great for my well-being and over time, began to negatively impact my chronic health conditions. This was especially true where my personal expectations of ‘housekeeping perfection’ came into play as I am limited on mobility and have lots of pain.