Saturday
Today I hung out with a long time friend of mine, i dont get to see him often so everytime i see him it is packed with information. We went to a japanese place for lunch (it was good). I got to take the train all the way to bellevue and back. it is very nice to be able to go to the mall without a car.
On my way to bellevue, I was reading a book my therapist recommended. Self Compassion by Kristen Neff. She wrote the workbook on this topic - I used it, but i didn’t know about this one which is more about the theory. This paragraph touched me and I highlighted it:
Everybody makes mistakes at one time or another, it’s a fact of life. And if you think about it, why should you expect anything different? Where is that written contract you signed before birth promising that you’d be perfect, that you’d never fail, and that your life would go absolutely the way you want it to? Uh, excuse me. There must be some error. I signed up for the “everything will go swimmingly until the day i die” plan. Can I speak to the management, please? It’s absurd, and yet most of us act as if something as gone terrible awry when we fall down or life takes an unwanted or unexpected turn.