True, isn’t it? We really are too hard on ourselves. After my wallowing post yesterday, I started thinking. I may not like where I’m at all the time, I might wish I’d done more, but I’m where I need to be. I may not have the life I envisioned, but it’s still good, and I’m very thankful. I need to stop expecting more of myself than I can give.
Today for example. R is in a bad mood, I’m exhausted, and there are so many things I won’t get done. I was beating myself up about it as usual, and I thought ‘why am I doing this’? It’s not making me feel better, it’s making me feel like a failure. I have to make a conscious effort to be gentle with myself on days like this, and I’m not doing too bad. I’m doing what I can, and not worrying about the rest. R is actually in a better mood now too.