The best part of keeping a journal (and a blog) is that I can go back, read what I wrote and find the patterns. The biggest pattern in the past year or so is how hard I’ve been on myself. I shook my head while reading some of my training logs. Do I really intend on having this as a standard? When people ask me what I’m training for, the answer is usually “life”. Is life really that physically demanding? Do I really need to feel so bad when I don’t measure up to what I imagine I should be? I know so many people who make their lives more difficult by getting in their own way. I have been one of them. My reflex is to punish myself for that too. When did I become this person? I sound like most of the other single 30-something women I know: self-deprecating perfectionists. Nothing is ever good enough. Therefore, why do anything at all.
My resolution is to let all of that go. Good riddance.
My resolution is to let all of that go. Good riddance.
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