I’m the first to cheer on a friend when she’s training for a marathon or congratulate her for launching her own business. But when it comes to celebrating myself, it doesn’t come easily or naturally (it’s almost nonexistent, TBH).
I often play that “I’ll be happy when…” game (you know the one when you think you don’t deserve to pat yourself on the back until you land that dream job, reach your goal weight, save enough for a down payment, or find “the one?”).
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