Sometimes I'm just too hard on myself.
I'm not a perfectionist in the usual sense of the word. I don't care if I get things done just right (um). I do care that I do a lot of things. And then I can get really mean to myself about how many things I'm getting done.
Hanging out the clothes today... I looked at how much of what I was hanging has been made by my hands, and I blinked a bit.
See, I get mad at myself for not being constantly at my sewing machine. I have such a long list of things "to sew"... I tell myself what a slacker I am. Why do I even have ready-made garments? Shame!
I've made my own jewelry. I'm a good cook. I read and write and think. I homeschool. I'm a decent friend.
But I'm not perfect. I don't make everything, even though I probably could. I don't cook everything from scratch, even though I probably could. My house isn't as clean as it ought to be, and I do seem to have a talent for killing household machinery. I don't have a big enough garden, and it's not producing well enough, and I should weed every day. I could do with more exercise, and why isn't my waistline changing more quickly?
There is *always* something in life to criticize. But the more I am critical of myself instead of embracing positive change as an opportunity to grow and bring myself into alignment with who I am in my heart of hearts, the less able I am to move forward. And I get snarky and not fun to be around.
Change isn't easy. And no one is perfect. Just move.