We cannot be "too kind" to ourselves. This is the big secret. The release of harsh judgment allows for blocks to release and for unanswerable questions to seem more curious and less insurmountable. Most of us have an endless self-improvement project going on.
It's never good enough. Therefore our lives pass by in a blur.
What about the radical act of "okness?" How can it simply be ok right now? Good enough?
Without the giving in or sense of failure with giving up.
What if we could still live in intention with our goals all set up, but still be more malleable and kind with all that is unfinished in ourselves?
What if we cherished our imperfections?
Is this the way to really enjoy life? To not miss any of it?