Shake It Off

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The catchy T-Swift song is stuck in my head as I overcome a mentally challenging day.

The day went by quickly, but the battle in my head dragged on. It made simple tasks complicated. It made confidence the hardest thing to achieve.

I am my own worst critic. I am incredibly hard on myself. I used to see this as a weakness. However, I am choosing to change my point of view and see it as a strength.Wanting to be better isn't a bad thing, but showing myself some grace is absolutely necessary while growing. Someone I work with actually taught me that. Bad days are going to happen. We are human and we are going to make mistakes. I made a few today and it really bothered me. However, as I was beating myself up about it all, this popular Taylor Swift song popped into my head.

And I thought... "Shake it off."

When a kid falls down, my instinct isn't always to run over to them and pick them up. I want them to pick themselves up, dust themselves off, and get back to it. Just to try again.

Why should that philosophy change just because I'm an adult? I may have stumbled a little bit today, but tonight, I'm going to shake it off and tomorrow is a new day. 😉

I hope all of you show yourself grace and shake off whatever mistakes are bringing you down.

💗

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