There is an awkward moment, when my mind settles in on what my inner critic convinces it is reality. I know better but during moments of weakness, my poor mind is susceptible to abuse. I can’t help it. I do try though to not let my mind fall into that trap.
How does one determine the difference between improving on something and just plain self-sabotaging for the sake of living up to some warped self-fulfilling prophecy? I don’t get distracted easily but my butterfly is definitely there and incognito with her metamorphosis self.