Yes, I think I have a mattress made of cacti. Comfortable, eh?
I think he needs to tour inside my head... 'Awaken Caroline.'
So, I had vowed to measure my worth by approving of myself, not doing that thing that I do of being convinced my work is rubbish until someone else tells me it's okay.
Vowing is one thing. Actually doing it is another.
Yesterday morning I was waiting for feedback on the web content I've written over the past few months.
Yes...I was waiting...and I was waiting...and as lunchtime approached and I'd heard nothing I decided that my work must be SO BAD that my colleagues were having to spend hours and hours re-writing it. I snuggled down on my very own cactus mattress and suffered. A lot.
Then I got an e-mail with the (very few) amendments. It had been forwarded from one colleague via my boss. My colleague wrote (to my boss not to me)
"'It's a v good read."
Except, I DIDN'T feel good that I went through all that self-torture...