It’s so hard to see these signs when they’re close up, happening to me. But, there they are, in my recent blog posts, in my journal, churning quite literally in my gut.
If the bars I set for myself turn into expectations, then no wonder I can’t celebrate clearing them. And even if I set the bar really high for myself (which I know I do), then anything less becomes a failure. It means I define failure as anything less than the absolute best. It means I define success as doing what is expected of me. There is no room for celebration in that equation.
But anyway, here I am, writing these words.
Above all, I was sad for the woman who finds it hard to have compassion for herself and truly believe that she doesn’t need to be fixed.
Is it selfish to turn national tragedies into self-reflection? I struggle with this. It seems both futile and self-aggrandizing.
Trying to ride out the latest wave.
Going to physical therapy for various ailments is something I’ve done most of my life because I’ve always been involved in some sport or another. I remember my first stint as a high school gymnast, when I was dealing with sore ankles and their tendency to twist. I can still picture the therapist with a… Continue reading Latent Lollygagger: Causes and Symptoms