I got nagged by a friend that I need to stop this. We were talking fairly seriously and I made a sarcastic comment, to which he said I needed to stop that, that I sound like I am joking but that I actually agree with the statement I made about myself on some level.
Honestly, I don’t remember what I said but I can guess.
It is easy to joke about the voice inside your head that tells you that you are fat or dumb or fucked up.
The next day I saw a google post on the same topic and my writer friend Sanna started a discussion on it, (check out the blog she did Here.). We agreed that people are taught to not be proud of themselves as children. They are shown others to be proud of and to admire but often do not realize that they need to be proud of themselves as well.
It is hard to say a piece of writing is good enough. To know when to set it down and say it is finished.
Even harder is to be proud of that piece without reservations.
“Well, I could have fixed a few things, done this, done that.”
Life is the same way. We cannot go through out life saying, “Well, it could have been better.” We need to accept that it was as it was and embrace how good it was.
Why is this so hard?