When the hype girl lost her hype.
Guys, I’m going to be real with you here – I’ve had a rough few days.
We’ve been in lockdown for what feels like 6044 days and living in an apartment is getting a little tight around the gills for us.
I’ve tried to stick with my routine, been diligent with my mindfulness, but I am taking strain and I’m taking it out on myself.
Since the weekend, I have been ruthless with my inner monologue.
The insults I’ve hurled at myself and the way I’ve broken my own self down is unacceptable. I know this because I’m the girl who will definitely call you out for doing the same thing. I know it’s wrong and untrue because none of the things I tell myself is true.
I’m not lazy for needing a time out.
I’m not a mess for having to sob on Saturday instead of spring clean.
I’m not a failure for not having read all the books I’d hoped to read during Lockdown.
I am definitely not a slob for skipping a day of training because I’m physically exhausted.
Being so hard on yourself isn’t a motivation.
It isn’t tough love or any of the other harsh self-development hacks we pretend they are.
That’s it – it is hurtful and harming your soul. Your soul believes everything you tell it without question.
So be careful with the words you choose when you speak to yourself.