My thinking has been hard on myself lately: Looking unsuccessfully for a job, living at my parents, grateful for what I have yet still wishing it could be different. Thinking that I am not good at the practicalities of being human.

In my less compassionate moments I get lost in thinking “I can always do something better, to be better.”

Then, I start noticing how I am human. I eat (sometimes too much), I cry (sometimes too much), I sleep (sometimes too much), I love (sometimes too much), I try (sometimes too much). I laugh and swear when I hit my funny bone, I check my facebook page more than appropriate, I get rejected, I don’t get everything done on my mental to-do list, my plans don’t work out, I keep living, I wake up in the morning and go to bed at night.

Wait a tick…

I am so good at being human. I am SO good at being human.

I do my best with what I have and who I am at any given moment.

We all do.

We are SO good at being human. Our existence is enough.