It's easy for me to show mercy toward others, but so much harder for me to be merciful toward myself. I think that's true for most people. We can be pretty hard on ourselves. We tend to hold ourselves to impossibly high expectations, and berate our shortcomings, but as I grow older, I'm learning to treat myself a little kinder, a little gentler, and with a little more tolerance and mercy.
For example, my goal for each day of April is to form and revise one poem for my WIP. I was keeping up with that goal UNTIL today. I only revised three lines instead of an entire poem. I just didn't have much time to write today. We are at the end of the term, and I'm swamped with school work. I'm also trying to finish crocheting a blanket for my niece's baby shower this weekend along with all the nightly household chores.
Instead of beating myself up (like I usually do), I'm patting myself on the back for squeezing in time to work on those three lines. I would like to have revised more, but I did what I could. I can't say that I've become my own best friend yet. At least I'm making progress and I'm okay with that.