There’s a funny dynamic that occurs within me. A competition of sorts to be the dominant voice in my head. I believe in being kind to yourself, in allowing room for mistakes and learning from those to become better. That belief flows freely from me and I pass it along to others as easily as I feel it. That is, until I actually make a mistake.
The perfectionist in me can easily take hold. At the first sign of messing up I can easily throw my hands in the air and feel as though the world is caving in. I realize this to be an overreaction. But, the true reaction all the same. I believe I’m allowed grace until I actually need it. Isn’t that a funny thing?
To have a tank filled with kindness for myself until that kindness is required. At that point it’s not that the tank is empty. But, instead I withhold it from myself. Living in a belief that I don’t deserve the kindness that I stored up for just this occasion. After all, if I forgive myself then what’s to keep me from messing up again?
As I continue on this journey of life, I hope to approach myself with the gentleness that I would approach another person. To never allow myself to feel like a failure. To never talk down to myself or limit my potential in response to missteps.
If I live in a position that acknowledges the mistakes as normal then doesn’t that prevent growth even further?
Wouldn’t it be more beneficial to see them as what they are, small pieces to an overall story?
Just because one mistake occurs that doesn’t erase all of the good overall. Correct?
I hope that you all are being kind to yourself as you enter into the weekend.