... and I am your worst enemy.
No matter how hard I try to be happy with myself, with where I am in my practice, with who I am in my body, with my body,with my choices, with my life, the toughest judge (me) makes a guest appearance and throws all that hard work down the toilet. What I experienced today was a frustration I hadn't felt in months, and I sobbed inconsolably like a baby for hours. So hard that I couldn't even speak. Maybe I just needed to let it all out. Maybe I had been too happy lately. I hope it will at least give me a good night's sleep.
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