Feeling Stuck

I should have figured out several decades ago that I had ADHd considerig how quickly my small idea morphs into humongous tentacled monsters obsessed with devouring all in its path.

I should have been more aware of the potential that I was autistic, considering how I obsessed with having an exact ritual before I could consider what I was doing as real work.

Instead, I beat myself up. I felt I was failing.

If there is one thing I've learned in the last few years, it is the necessity for self-compassion.

How shame and negativity never work as a productive and enduring motivator.

I say all this while I admit I'm still struggling with implementing this lesson. And I'm overwhelmed with frustration on how much I feel like I've derailed my career or failed to deliver on my creative projects.

But then that is exactly not practicing self-compassion. Or recognizing that yes, tomorrow and even the next day, and even the day after that, is another day.

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