The Disease of Perfectionism

I Run (1)

It’s always….


I didn’t get up early enough 

I didn’t read enough 

I didn’t write enough 

I didn’t run long enough

I didn’t prepare well enough 


I’ll never be enough 


This inherent incessant unconscious compulsive game of comparisons strip me of my self worth

Blind me of self acceptance 

Rob me of self compassion 


Directing my focus on what I’m not that I forget what I am 


All the good that I’ve done 

All the mountains I’ve climbed 

All the demons I’ve exercised 


Why is it so easy to forget that

Why is it so hard 

To understand 

That I am enough 

Right now