On Self-Improvement

This is the beginning of a poem or a story, I know it:

There's only so long you can go on a self-improvement bender before you start to believe that you're hideously, irreparably broken.

This thought came to me about a week ago, after going through a Ladies Who Launch Incubator, reading book after article after book about how to Fix That Which Ails Me, and agreeing to do a six-week service trade with a professional coach because that's just how messed up I was feeling. In every possible way, I was convincing myself that I was broken beyond reason, only to read more and convince myself that I was even more broken then I am. Finally, towards the end of a Human Awareness Institute meeting I was convinced to attend by a relatively new friend, I had a breakthrough. The facilitator asked if I would be joining them for the upcoming workshop they were holding, and I was finally able to say, "Actually, I really don't think it's the right time for me to do that."

I'm done "fixing" myself. While positive change does need to happen, it also IS happening, and I need to step back and accept that instead of constantly trying every new thing presented to me that seems like it might turn my life around.