I am my own harshest critic. Not only am I critical about things I’ve done, I’m critical of the way I am. I spend a decent amount of time criticising myself, usually about the things I don’t do because I’m too shy or worried about the outcome.
I’ve been critical of how little I feel like I’ve pushed myself in my first year at university and over the summer. Last year I only tried one club for one meeting, the following week I felt a bit homesick so I didn’t go. For someone who doesn’t enjoy nights out this would have probably been the best way for me to meet new people and I didn’t do it.
As for my summer, after trying unsuccessfully to find a summer job, my summer has been nowhere near as productive as I’d hoped. Most of my time seems to have been spent exercising or being with my family. Arguably, my summer has been productive, just not in the way I expected. I think my fitness has improved since I’ve taken up spinning and gone swimming more often on top of my usual running and gym workouts.
However, being critical isn’t always a bad thing. It can allow us time to think about something that’s happened and how we would do things in the future. Being critical can give you a goal, something to work toward, something you want to achieve.
Since I only have a week left of my summer being critical of my first year at university has given me goals for next year. I’ve got an idea of the clubs I want to try and the things I hope to have done before Christmas (or at least by next summer). I want to push myself to do these things to improve my confidence because most of the time I am critical of myself that’s what it comes down to.
Therefore, I think we should be critical of ourselves but only to a certain extent. Be critical of yourself in a constructive way. That way you can reflect on the action you will take in future. Don’t dwell on what’s already happened, no amount of criticism can change that.
Keep enjoying the little things…