I am ending the day less hard on myself than usual

Dear Delyara, That is the version of progress I want to honor tonight. I didn’t have a magical day. I didn’t become especially radiant, healed, efficient, productive, or emotionally resolved. But I was less cruel to myself. I noticed the tiredness and didn’t call it laziness. I felt the slowness and didn’t call it failure. I chose a softer evening and didn’t make myself earn it first. That matters. Maybe more than I give it credit for.