I have a problem.
I put people on pedestals and I whittle myself down. I see the best in people and I notice their little quirks and think of these quirks as special molecules that make up one big bright burning being that is them. I am not kind to myself but I always tell myself to be kind to people. I say things to myself that I would never say to my daughter. I am getting better and kinder to myself, but I am not kind or forgiving or gentle enough for myself. I am too hyper-aware of how I look and how I feel when I'm around people.
There are times when my confidence (or lack thereof) gets in the way of opportunities that come knocking.
It's 2am and I think I should sleep now. My eyelids are heavy.
