Today, I read this from the moody muses, this from Miss Conduct and this from Nerd World at Time.com. The sum total of it was to trigger my Not-Good-Enough demon. I’m really used to this demon — if it weren’t a demon, I’d say we’re old friends — and that means I’m used to dealing with it. I don’t resist it, because resisting it feeds it, but I don’t yield to it, either. Today, it started off about my writing, then morphed to my workouts. I’m not working out enough, I’m doing the wrong thing when I do work out, yadda, yadda, yadda.

The blog post by Miss Conduct made me see that in working out with weights, there’s an element of trying to please others. Specifically, my trainer. Maybe I’m not the kind of person who works out at the gym a few days a week. Or maybe I need to stop being such a perfectionist about this, and just have fun. Maybe I need to stop worrying that whatever I’m doing is Not Good Enough.