There is freedom to be found
In knowing your self worth doesn’t hang
On every performance,
That you’re not like an athlete
Who weighs the balance of his whole existence
On the outcome of a hundred metre dash.
Sure, there is room for improvement
But there is no room for self-mutilation
Kicking yourself in the gut
When you’re already on the ground.
Being hard on yourself has a strange seduction,
We imagine that on the other side of a pity party
Is a better version of ourselves.
You don’t have to rip yourself to pieces
In order to improve.
Be kind to yourself