One of the greatest questions of the universe:
Why is it so much easier to give great advice than it is to follow it?
I consider myself fairly active in the chronic illness community. Through the Spoons 4 Spoonies page and many others on Facebook, I’m always the positive one. I’m quick to remind my fellow spoonies that we need to be gentle with ourselves, that we deserve patience.
So then, why is it so damn hard for me to take my own words to heart?
Why do I beat myself up when I’m having a high pain day and can’t do chores? Why do I push myself further than is safe more days than not?
I don’t really have the answers. I should know better by now, I DO know better, but I do it any way. I’m harder on myself than anyone else, usually to my own detriment.
I don’t have much more to say today. I’m tired and sore and my mind is in a million different places. The words are all coming but colliding in a mess that I have yet to decipher. I’m trying to be kind to myself, but finding it hard.
So if anyone needs me, I’ll be over here trying to take my own advice.