OK, so part of me is ready to throw in the towel, while another part of me wants to strangle the part of me that wants to throw in the towel.
I don’t have a little angel and devil on my shoulders. I have two sinister atheists cynics, one who believes in unicorns and one who has no filter.
The nice one is optimistic yet understands that sacrificing even the smallest things is really just a selfish act to make us feel important.
The realistic one is sinister yet funny and entertaining because she understands that real sacrifices require an animal of some sorts, amongst other “trinkets.”
Words are only as powerful as the person defining them.
I can’t seem to reconcile with myself that the more I go with my journeys, the harder they become. But not because they’re difficult and testing my willpower.
Rather it’s because I tend to define things so precisely that they become almost an unreachable task.
No one is more critical of myself than me. Maybe this is why I don’t have an issue with being judged.
There’s nothing someone can think of me that will be harsher than what I could ever think of myself.
Any words used to criticize me are never stingier than the words I use to motivate myself. And it’s these words that I choose to label myself with. These are the words that I stand by, almost to a fault.
It wasn’t until now that I realized how overrated expectations can be. As I get closer to the end date of this 28 day series, I’m learning to let go a little more each day. I’m learning to shed pieces of the defense mechanism that I use to cloud my reality so that I’m only seeing what’s convenient for me.
Words are only as powerful as the value we place on them. But if there’s no words then there’s nothing to hold us back, right?