I expect things to be perfect.
With expectation comes doom.
I don’t deal well with failure, I paralise with it. Instead of searching for solutions, I sink very deep into it. I fill my mind with reasons why I should stay stuck and stuck I stay. From all of this comes paranoia concerning what others will think of me, how they will judge me. I always imagine I will get harshly judged but I am always my worst critique.
This is a small analysis of self. In order to solve a problem I have to identify it.
I have also realised that by letting things go and choosing not to judge myself so horribly, they flow. In order for life to flow harmoniously, there has to be a balance between the good and the bad (the love and the opposite of it).
In order for me to grow I will fall, I will step outside of my beloved comfort zone and create a new one that will eventually be left behind.
But most importantly, the growth has to happen without me being my worst judge.
I must remember to love myself and learn.