Shame is Useless

When I think about how far I must go to be the kind of person I want to be, my mind floods with shame and regret--feelings that paralyze me. Shame is useless. Shame has yet to cure me of my bad habits, so why does it persist? At times like this, it's better to focus on the changes that I've made. It's better to set aside shame and fears of judgement and focus on what I can do.

What are my true standards? What are my true values? I think it's better to live within my means than worry about how a woman my age should live according to someone else's standards.