And that’s when I realized: If I wanted to survive, I was going to have to do something drastic.
I was going to have to…lower my standards.
Now, for some people, this is not a good idea. Some people need to raise their standards. But if you’re anything like me, your standards are impossibly high and anxiety-producing.
Nothing I do is ever good enough. I make lists upon lists of things I have to do, but I practically have to force myself into making a list of things that I have accomplished or that I’m proud of.
Part of the reason for this is because my hand already hurts from writing and I would rather relax than make another bloody list. On the one hand, it makes sense. But on the other, if I actually do take the time to reflect on what I’ve done and the incredible amounts of time and effort it took, it really is impressive.
Do I find it impressive? No. I just keep thinking that I could have done it faster or better. I dwell on what I didn’t do, or how other people are doing what I’m doing much better.
…but lowering my standards? When your standard is perfection, you’ve got nowhere to go but down. And when you finally take one baby step down, things start looking up.
I believe this “lowering of standards ©” can work in practically every aspect of life: exercise, personal hygiene, what have you…
So feel free to be amazingly inspired by this post. I could write more, but I think this is good enough, don’t you?