I spend a lot of time wishing my kids would be quiet and leave me alone with my thoughts. Maybe that makes me a terrible mom, but as an introvert, an observer, a ruminator, I like the tumbling rhythm of my own mind. I’m content with my own company, and if I’m honest, usually prefer it to the company of others.
But.
I’m also not especially kind to myself. My self-talk is notoriously terrible and diminishing.
Lately I’ve been asking myself this question: “Why are you choosing the company of someone unkind over the people you love the most?”
And it’s making all the difference.
