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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. I’m not sure this a universal truth, but that’s how I’ve simplified it.

I’ve always had a difficulty accepting mediocre outcomes, even if the effort I’ve put in is what most would consider was ā€œtheir bestā€. I’m not trying to say it wasn’t my best, it most certainly was, I’m trying to say that I don’t recognise it as a best, and therefore think I should do better. It’s not my best if I think I can do better; It’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 didn’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 you’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. It’s not the task that feels draining, it’s the potential of what that task can unlock – 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 – 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