She’s not my editor any more

She’s not my editor any more

I have long called that critical voice “my editor.” That voice that finds fault with everything thing I do and every way I do it. That voice that lambastes me and judges me and scorns me. “That’s not enough,” she tells me. “You complain too much. Others had it...
Stop trying to push through it….

Stop trying to push through it….

Again yoga. Again a reminder. Again a reminder I need to hear. Have I shared here that my brother once told me that I even try to perfectly not be perfect? I’m sure I have. I’m sure I do. Sometimes I think I can’t help it. Just like I keep pushing. Even when I think...