There are a things I love – and a couple that I don’t… I am not the biggest fan of my own self-promotion, nor am I especially good at it. I write. I do stuff. I make amazeballs cheesecakes. I don’t however market it. That’s someone else’s niche.
I am also not great at being sensitive to myself or my needs. I will work and give to others until I am literally physically so sick that I have to take time off to recover. Should I know better? Yes. Will I do better? Damn, I hope so.
I think many of us are familiar with the feeling of being our own worst enemy and critic. I spend an awful lot of my time hating my appearance, my personal history and the decisions I have made. I feel I am far behind where I ought to be on my journey and I really, really hate my nose.
I find promoting my work pretentious and I always compare myself unfavourably to others. This happens when you have 9 – yes NINE – rather brilliant siblings….
Rationally speaking however I know I am doing ok.
While I’m busy hating on myself however – I am also loving silence in the mornings, sunshine, fresh food from my garden and impulsive moments in which I am privileged to share moments of laughter, vulnerability and progress with friends….
You know the actual friends who don’t judge you- ever. I have one friend who has been helping me find simple ways in which I can find ways in which I can heal the hurt inside me. This was one of these moments.
My favourite part of which is that no one asked us why the hell we were fully dressed in a fountain. This fully fell in line with my beliefs that life is good when people are spontaneous and kind.
Josie Young 