I will stop:
1. The belief that anger is wrong. Righteous indignation feels very good indeed. When starting rehab after my spine was broken, I found feeling pretty ticked off gave me fuel. It has encouraged stoicism, and stubbornness which has helped me immensely. It is okay to be pissed off.

2.Beating myself up. How cruel we are. Wincing when we see a photo of ourselves, comparing our acheivements to others. I have come to the conclusion that other’s accruements have nothing to do with mine. They are two separate entities, so what does it matter what they have amassed, and when? I have my own travel itinerary.

3. Craving approval from outside myself. It has never been useful as a salve from self-doubt and inner longing. I have known people in the public eye, and they can be adored, asked for autographs, and generally told how excellent they are, but it means squat if one doesn’t approve of oneself.

4. Being disengaged. Appalling to be chastised by your child midway through her puppet show for paying more attention to your phone or laptop than her. Multitasking doesn’t work. Its true, that you can do many things all at once, but the attempt is half-arsed for all the endeavours you are undertaking.

5. Having no room for spontaneity. Seeing that calendar groaning from the weight of obligations… No time for reflection, having a cup of tea, a lovely surprise visitor. Not good at all.

6. Being all things to all people. Can’t be done.

7. My silly to-do lists on little scraps of paper, that I rebelliously refuse to read. A list of suggestions in a funky journal-wherein I state what would be delightful to accomplish within a month-is much less antagonistic.

I can think of many others, but this shall do for now. I have a daughter to pay my full attention to. What are you willing and desperate to stop doing?