Yesterday I had what can best be described as an emotional hangover. My post from Monday night was full of self-criticism and lack of self-compassion. I went to bed that night feeling beaten up.
Then I woke up yesterday – a new day. As I laid in bed and got my bearings on the day, the memories of the night before came creeping in. In a matter of seconds, my mind scrambled to recall exactly what had happened, how my feelings had spiraled so quickly. Add in some panic over what I had written in my post. Then shame that I had said too much, sounded too pathetic, posted after bingeing on my feelings like a fool.
It was not unlike how I used to feel after a night with a few too many glasses of Cabernet. Except that I didn’t have the fun memories from before the Cabernet took over.
But, as I thought about it, I realized that what I had felt – and what I had written – was very real. And maybe I shouldn’t be ashamed after all. There’s always the fear of judgment but perhaps the person I most need to worry about judging me is myself.
So I shook off my hangover and tackled a new day.
One Depressed Mama 
good for you,
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Thank you. 🙂
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Actually, your inner critic didn’t win after all. Yeah you!
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Your comment gave me a true “aha” moment. I hadn’t thought about it that way but you’re absolutely right. Thank you!
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Good plan. Nothing is ever as perfect as we imagine it should be. We are who we are, and shouldn’t be ashamed if, at times, it is a little less than perfect.
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You’re right. There’s managing expectations and then there’s the word I keep coming back to – acceptance. Such a difficult thing for me!!
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