Maybe before you can accept your own mistakes, you need to become accepting of the mistakes of others. If you berate someone else after they screw up, how can you possibly expect to be understanding toward yourself?
I’m sitting on my couch. It’s the weekend, and the silence is palpable. The dogs are asleep. The cat is behind me purring for no reason. The loudest sounds are gentle breathing and the low drone of my computer. I slept in and am still in my pyjamas and I’m taking some time to write with a cup of tea. I wouldn’t change anything about it.
There are certain things that people deserve. Everyone deserves to be loved. Everyone deserves to be treated with a certain amount of respect. Everyone deserves a certain amount of benefit of the doubt. Everyone deserves to be happy.
Greatness may not look like greatness at first glance, even to you. When success comes knocking at your door, it’s not likely to arrive with fireworks and fanfare. It’s likely to arrive as an invitation to a thousand hours of brutal failure. It’s the person you never expected making the offer nobody in their right mind would accept.
When I was young and would go to a job interview, I would get way too attached. Would they like me? Would I get the job? I felt powerless waiting around to be decided on. It was uncomfortable every time.
I’m so tired and ashamed of still being stuck in the weight gain-weight loss cycle. I’ve been fighting with it for years and it feels like, at some point, whether it’s reasonable or not, it must say something about me.
Your intentions matter, but they aren’t the primary factor in determining who you will be. Your circumstances play a much larger role in determining the things you learn, the skills you acquire, and the things you value.
My first time going axe throwing I was terrible at it. I only managed to sink the axe into the target maybe 20% of the time. I threw a lot of axes that went sideways and just bounced off. It felt ridiculous. I was so self-conscious about it that I didn’t even notice the same thing was happening to everyone else.
What happens if you look at it backwards?