This goes so well with the theme of self love and why it’s ok that I’ve been reading lately. Check it out
There’s a lot that I can’t do.
I’m painfully aware of this.
Fix things, enjoy small talk, sleep through the night without using the bathroom a dozen times, figure out middle school math, have bangs…
The older I get the longer that list seems to become; the list of things I can’t do.
I think most of us who find ourselves afflicted with the sometimes terrible disease called Adulthood understand this. Over time we’ve gotten pretty good at cataloging our deficiencies, documenting our flaws, and seeing even the most microscopic holes in our abilities from a mile away.
We’ve long stopped being our own biggest fan and have instead taken up residence as chief personal critic.
We’re seasoned experts at self-malignment.
We weren’t always this way though.
I have a 5-year old daughter who can do everything well. Just ask her.
Are you an artist? Yep.
Are you a dancer? Of course.
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