Opportunity The pressure I put on myself with Three simple words, I have to… Simple yet Good for nothing. Aunt Phoebe (my inner judge) Whips in— “Hurry up” “Move faster” “You have to get this done.” It creates a tornado in my mind— Thoughts swirl, spin out of control. My body hides for cover, protection— I notice this voice. It shows up when I try something new or when I have a lot to do. A simple shift to calm my mind, relax my body change course The sentence— I get to…
When do you notice your inner judge the loudest?
It s a good week
Our class is doing our annual Dinosaur Show 🦕 this Wednesday 😄
Beautiful, Julie!
My inner judge - she has no name - gives me such a hard time all the time. I can't hide - she's on my case every minute of every day. Still, in terms of my (OUR!) impossibly stringent management of my diabetes I'm grateful to her for preserving my health.
Your poem has really made me think. THANK YOU. Because, guess what? Thanks to my own efforts and those of my inner judge I get to stay healthy. I get to make the right choices. And after all that, I still get to be ME.
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