Thursday, June 5, 2008
sleepless
I was up for hours last night berating myself for being such a bad teacher. I should have done this and more of that. Why is it the negative thoughts come uninvited to bury me? I've done plenty of good and great things this year, but those I have to coax to the front of my mind and force to do battle with the unwelcome overwhelming bad. Therapists call it selftalk I think. Last night I was my worst critic.
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