When you are working on loving who you are and trying to stop beating yourself up it is a slow process. Nonetheless, I felt like ice made some strides until I realized I was looking for ways to blame myself for something I had no part in today. My insecurity came alive. I thought, "I'm chill, there's no fire." Then I saw myself quadruple checking everything.
So... I'm sad. That's okay. There's still no fire. And, I suppose this gives me an opportunity to have compassion for me