I love the feeling of success. When you aim for something, and you achieve it.
It feels wonderful to get it done, it feels wonderful to be recognized and acknowledge by people you look up to.
But why is it, that as soon as you get home, you start to cherry pick apart what you did, and find flaws no matter how well you did? I seem to have a habit of expecting myself to be perfect, especially if I expect myself to be good at something. I've even tried to get incredibly upset when something good happened to me, because I myself didn't believe I was good at it, and being told I was good broke my own image of myself.
In any case, I'll try to deal with these emotions since I just got over a huge hurdle in my life. Short update, I know, but whatever!
3 years ago. June 14, 2021 at 1:53 PM