I’ve finally gotten to the point in my life that I can be proud of my accomplishments instead of picking them apart to find the most minute flaw. My cake decorating days were rough! I would spend hours putting together a three-tier cake designed specifically to match the request of the bride and, although she thought it was perfect, I always found the tiniest blemish and was disappointed in myself for not making it perfect.
At least I know I came by this mental mutation honestly. When I was in high school I was a good student, especially in math. I would bring home a test with 98 percent and my dad thought it was funny to ask “what happened to the other 2 percent?” Despite the fact it was said as a joke, to an impressionable fourteen year old girl, it felt like a failure to me. Unfortunately I have carried this with me along the way and although it has made me strive for that 100 percent even more, it has also made me extremely self-critical.
With my writing, something is different. I have more confidence in my words than I have had in any other area of my life. Perhaps with age really does come a sort of wisdom, or just maybe that elusive two percent was never meant to cause me so much concern. Either way, I give myself that little punch on the arm when I’m really proud of something I’ve written, and not just in theory, I really punch myself in the arm…….
I hope you are able to be proud of your accomplishments. Your successes should never be measured by anyone other than yourself.