I have not been kind to myself this week. I’ve been sick. I’ve been sick for a long time, but in the last week, I’ve been really sick. And I forced myself to chug through it. I’ve been hard on myself for a lot of things: writing, fitness, lack of progress in both. I’ve beat myself up over it—especially the fitness part. I’ve fallen into a pattern of negative self-talk when it comes to my body. I’m physically tired in general, add a bout of tonsillitis and my energy is next to nil. I’m trying to slow down and be kinder. It takes a lot of work. This is me thinking through it and recognizing my baggage. It’s not easy.
marginalia and such 