But anyway, here I am, writing these words.
“Maybe I have an expectation that if only I do things right, then things will be easier… and the converse therefore is true, if things are hard then I’m not doing something right.”
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.
Taking the oars back from my chattering monkey brain, and directing where I want to go.
One second isn't a lot of time. But it's long enough to forget and let the feeling go, instead of holding onto it.
Is it selfish to turn national tragedies into self-reflection? I struggle with this. It seems both futile and self-aggrandizing.
What to do when that list of "shoulds" interferes with a sick day.