There are days when nothing has gone particularly wrong, yet you still end the day with the feeling that you didn’t quite do enough.
You answered the emails. You made dinner. You kept the appointment. You folded the washing that had been sitting there for two days. You even found ten minutes to sit with a cup of tea before it went cold.
And yet, as your head touches the pillow, another voice appears.
“You could have done more.”
Most of us know that voice.
It doesn’t shout.
It doesn’t need to.
It has become so familiar that we often mistake it for truth.
The Reflective Conversation
I: I’ve been wondering about something. How do I know whether the life I’m trying to build is actually mine?
Soul: That’s an interesting question to talk about.
I: I caught myself feeling disappointed with a completely ordinary day.
Nothing terrible happened. I worked. I exercised. I called my mum. I made dinner. By most measures, it was a good day.
But somehow it didn’t feel like enough.
Soul: Enough for whom?
I: I don’t…
