Here’s what’s going through my mind as I brush my teeth, exhausted from a too-long day after a manic weekend:
I’m too self-critical. I should really stop with the self-criticism already. My life would be so much better without it. It’s probably my worst habit. Maybe if I was less self-critical I’d be happier, no? Why do I have to keep criticizing myself? It’s just silly. Yes, I must stop doing that. Then I’ll be perfect. Well not quite because lord knows I have a lot of work to do on myself but… almost perfect. Which is not great, but good enough. I guess.