While doing yoga this morning, the following thought popped into my head: I am human. This was an invitation to not seek out perfection. An offering to ease my anxiety; to slow life down; make my expectations more realistic.
Maybe it was inspired by my sore toe tendon (yes, injuries can be inspiring, in that they are grounding; also in that they show the healing power of the body; also the ability to overcome obstacles) which humbled me to take things slower and be a little more cautious with my stretching.
Either way, I had this inner realization that the constant jibber-jabber in my mind—the racing thoughts, the need for reassurance—didn’t make me unlovable, rather it made me human.
All of a sudden a wave of self-compassion washed over me.