One of the things I used to be really HARD on myself is having a limit. But, yeah, like… I do. On everything. Limits to how much I can lift and how often – obvious in the gym but also obvious when I’ve carried my daughter “as far as I can.”
Goes for emotional lifting, too. We can be super strong, patient, etc., until that aspect of us is fatigued “to the limit.”
The greatest shift, for me, was in discerning that black/white success/failure binary thinking was never, ever the “savvy” part of me. It is primal for survival – DO… or DIE! (makes me grin to write that, yet I used to run my life by that primal energy…)