But it came to me, I would never let someone talk that way to my kids. I would never dream of talking that way to a junior engineer at work or a novice runner. Why do I talk that way to myself? I still fixed the thing and I take joy in that. An object in my life did NOT go in the garbage but was made useful again, by me. The inner critic is a thief of joy (probably got that from Brene Brown). It's silly of me to choose criticism over joy.
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