Noticed: I’m wearing myself out trying to be perfect, then getting angry at myself for failing.
I used to be more forgiving. Maybe around the age of 18, I gave myself a free pass for my quirky, absent-minded, non-schedule keeping self. “I’m just artistic, that’s my problem.” And didn’t worry about it too much. Then I became an adult, and decided that excuse just doesn’t cut it anymore.
So, I’ve decided to give myself a break. I’ve accomplished plenty. Now I need to rest. :-)
Rather than trying to do everything all at once; I will just concentrate on whatever it is that my heart feels most strongly at one time.
Rather than worrying chronically, I’ve also decided to schedule my existential crisis. My next one is in May. :-)
Tonight, I read a magazine and now I’m going to watch a silly movie, and I’m really grateful I have the means to do so.
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