An essay on self-compassion, energy, and coping
For me, self-compassion is the art of appreciating the effort you put in, not the outcomes you get out. Iām not sure this a universal truth, but thatās how Iāve simplified it.
Iāve always had a difficulty accepting mediocre outcomes, even if the effort Iāve put in is what most would consider was ātheir bestā. Iām not trying to say it wasnāt my best, it most certainly was, Iām trying to say that I donāt recognise it as a best, and therefore think I should do better. Itās not my best if I think I can do better; Itās not good enough if I think I can do better.
I find myself in a bit of a vicious cycle of improvement, where I make an improvement, but then learn what it means to take the next step beyond that, and become unhappy that I didnāt make that initial leap in the first place.
The goal posts are eternally shifting. At first you can see them right in front of you: āRelease that piece of work; send that important email; arrange that eventā. When in reality, that task or goal multiplies once youāve completed it, leading to this never ending lack-of fulfilment.
For me, most simple tasks take a lot of energy: something as simple as sending a message to a loved one. Itās not the task that feels draining, itās the potential of what that task can unlock ā another never ending job.
I find it hard to isolate the energy of a moment and instead imagine the entire lifecycle of that moment, and how it becomes much more ā this is where I get exhausted.
From this point on, I'm going to focus on the now: what can I do to make small progress? With a simple question, hopefully comes a simple solution.
I'll keep you posted.