šŸ‘ˆ Let's go back home

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. Iā€™m not sure this a universal truth, but thatā€™s how Iā€™ve simplified it.

Iā€™ve always had a difficulty accepting mediocre outcomes, even if the effort Iā€™ve put in is what most would consider was ā€œtheir bestā€. Iā€™m not trying to say it wasnā€™t my best, it most certainly was, Iā€™m trying to say that I donā€™t recognise it as a best, and therefore think I should do better. Itā€™s not my best if I think I can do better; Itā€™s 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 didnā€™t 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: ā€œRelease that piece of work; send that important email; arrange that eventā€. When in reality, that task or goal multiplies once youā€™ve 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. Itā€™s not the task that feels draining, itā€™s 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.

Published on

September 23, 2019

Topic

thoughts