My inner critic is UNDERPAID, UNIMPRESSIVE, AND…
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My inner critic is UNDERPAID, UNIMPRESSIVE, AND UNINSPIRING
I didn't used to like to walk. I always heard of people saying what a nice time it was to clear your head and get back into the moment. I honestly thought it was just a thing people say, so I didn't give it a chance. But since coming out of a long burnout coupled with debilitating chronic pain, for some reason taking myself on walks sounds like a relaxing thing to do. So I do, and it is.
While I was on my walk yesterday, I was talking into my voice recorder to get random thoughts out of my brain and to make the time pass more quickly.
I talked about all the ways I want to level up my life. Talked about the ways burnout taught me how to set boundaries in work and with friends. Talked about which workouts actually suit me best and nourish me energetically. I talked about the ways in which I was holding myself back from goals and why that could be.
And I realized something. My inner critic is a *broke bitch*. Not only that, she is *underpaid, uninspiring, unmotivated, a hater, ugly, out of shape and jealous*. She sabotages everything, and all of her suggested ideas of what I should do instead keep me stuck in the same or worse situation than I was when she started running her mouth.
She was never the one that helped me achieve anything. She's never the one that went for new opportunities. She's never the one who made new friends. And she's always making passive aggressive jabs when I try and don't immediately succeed at something.
My inner critic is a loser. And I am not a loser.
I don't know what I can do to create a fail safe from her negativity (after all, she lives rent-the-fuck-free with her zero money in my mind like the leech she is), but I do know that at least we have it all out on the table and I can give her the amount of credit she deserves (none!) when she comes up with more unsolicited advice or "constructive" criticism.
To my inner critic: Bye, bitch. Yer done.
#inspiration
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I didn't used to like to walk. I always heard of people saying what a nice time it was to clear your head and get back into the moment. I honestly thought it was just a thing people say, so I didn't give it a chance. But since coming out of a long burnout coupled with debilitating chronic pain, for some reason taking myself on walks sounds like a relaxing thing to do. So I do, and it is.
While I was on my walk yesterday, I was talking into my voice recorder to get random thoughts out of my brain and to make the time pass more quickly.
I talked about all the ways I want to level up my life. Talked about the ways burnout taught me how to set boundaries in work and with friends. Talked about which workouts actually suit me best and nourish me energetically. I talked about the ways in which I was holding myself back from goals and why that could be.
And I realized something. My inner critic is a *broke bitch*. Not only that, she is *underpaid, uninspiring, unmotivated, a hater, ugly, out of shape and jealous*. She sabotages everything, and all of her suggested ideas of what I should do instead keep me stuck in the same or worse situation than I was when she started running her mouth.
She was never the one that helped me achieve anything. She's never the one that went for new opportunities. She's never the one who made new friends. And she's always making passive aggressive jabs when I try and don't immediately succeed at something.
My inner critic is a loser. And I am not a loser.
I don't know what I can do to create a fail safe from her negativity (after all, she lives rent-the-fuck-free with her zero money in my mind like the leech she is), but I do know that at least we have it all out on the table and I can give her the amount of credit she deserves (none!) when she comes up with more unsolicited advice or "constructive" criticism.
To my inner critic: Bye, bitch. Yer done.
#inspiration
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