I'll preface this by saying: I am a perfectionist, but I'm really bad at it. It's almost a compulsion for me, trying to achieve perfection in as many aspects of my life as possible. Ultimately what happens is that I dive in at 100mph rather than gradually accelerating, and I hit the wall full force and everything falls apart.

Perfection is a common goal of a lot of red-pilled women. A lot, if not all, of us desire a spotless home, a rockin' body, Prince Charming-like husbands, well-behaved and thoughtful children, and domestic skills that would put Martha Stewart to shame. The reality of it is that - and be truthful with yourself, here - we fall short in many of those aspects. I'm not perfect. I obsess over my job and work around the clock, I frequently forget to dust my home, sometimes I bring home Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner and blow both of our macro goals for the day, I hamster about stupid things, I get pouty and whiny about projects I don't want to help with (like shoveling rocks). Sometimes, I get really down on myself about it. Do you know what that accomplishes? It does a fantastic job of making me a miserable person to be around.

Perfection is a moving target. If you think that you'll get there one day and the work will be over, you're deluding yourself. You owe it to yourself and your man to always be striving to be better, but don't expect that journey to ever end. Don't let it get you down, either. If you're always improving, you're better than you were. I've found that the most helpful thing for this is really simple: just keep a positive attitude. Feeling discouraged and overwhelmed or just not good enough? Look back on your old self - are you better than you were? Then hey, it's working.

I decided to write this because I realized that every time I start having trouble, it's because I'm feeling discouraged about not hitting the high marks I've set. And from there, I get down on myself, and that makes me really insufferable to be around and makes the problem worse. Ultimately, RPWi is not a fix-all. It's not a magic cure to your bitchiness, and it's not just about dressing up more and wearing an apron. It's a lot more than that - it's a mindset too.