I’m back to a common battle for me: the line between indulgence (true self-care) and laziness (false self-care).
During a pandemic, during a coup, are we equipped to reset expectations and allow each other to process loss and challenge?
Compassion allows me to separate myself from these tendencies and reframe my motivation as understanding myself—being curious—rather than fixing myself. Compassion allows me to remember that I and everyone else are doing the best we can with what we have, and that there is no binary right and wrong.
Acknowledging our struggles as a way to support each other and find strength, compassion, and connection.
This really is a trust exercise: my present self trusting that my past self has my best intentions at heart. And that my future self will thank my present self for keeping a promise. But if the person I’m supposed to trust is telling me that I’m a failure for not living up to expectations, for not getting my lazy ass off the couch, then of course it will be impossible to build that trust.
A weary look at what's now and what's next.
This is going to be a hard week. Is everyone hanging in there?
Living in the limbo of having identified an obstacle but not yet having the tools to address it.
I want to understand why my brain is wired in such a way that feeling appreciation, gratitude, pride, celebration is so fleeting. But, I don’t want to turn that understanding into another way I can criticize myself.
Anxiety isn’t something you can just “fix.” In Sequoia’s case, and in mine, the anxiety may always be there. It’s working out how to react to the anxiety that’s the key.