My therapist likes to tell me I have a very “all or nothing” personality.

I like to say “second place is just first loser”.

Apparently, this is a problem that my wonderful, and exhausted, therapist would like me to work on.

Bless her.


But there are times, like now, when I'm bogged down with writing deadlines, physical injuries, teaching college courses to students who simply don't get how to “adult,”, coaching my daughter's youth soccer team and being hit in the face with a painful sinus infection 🤯, when I see that my lovely therapist may have a point.

Because if I let my brain have a say-- I'm losing. I've lost. I am a loser. 😞


Writing deadlines have not been met, my crusade to whip my ass into shape has been put on hold due to an Achilles tendon injury, my daughter's team is full of happy, cheerful seven-year- olds who CAN NOT SCORE TO SAVE THEIR LIVES, and the other day I coughed so hard I peed myself.

These are first world problems, and when I step back and get perspective, I realize how lucky I am that these are the only things I'm complaining about.

Then my brain gets involved and says “If that's true, how come you're failing at everything?”

🤔 Okay, I get it, I have a problem.


So, the goal now is to try and be kinder to myself.

I'm not off to a good start, seeing as I totally just 🙄 as I typed that. It sounds so millennial (I am a millennial, so I'm allowed say that 😏).

Great, I'm already losing at being kind to myself. 🤦‍♀️