Forgiving oneself is a crucial part of healing. Yet, there is a part of me, the most critical, perfectionistic part, that believes that forgiving myself is letting myself off the hook or allowing myself to forget some lesson I am supposed to remember.
“What if it doesn’t work out?” is getting on my nerves, along with its twin, “Will it work out?” and its cousin, “I’m hoping it works out.” I am tired of the whole damn family! More importantly, I am tired of using them.
Since I decided to fix my life, I've moved through many stages and cycles. I did a ton of inner work and worked on some relationships. I figured out my dreams and priorities, but I forgot about joy.