Circa 2015. It's kind of crazy how we can look at other human beings and think they are the most beautiful, intelligent, funny, creative, quirky, adventurous, intuitive, INCREDIBLE beings alive. We might even have trouble believing they exist. Yet we often struggle to look at ourselves that way. Maybe because we have to be with ourselves every second, there's no break. We see every thought and every mistake. Our expectations are high. We are torn between present and ideal realities. We might be happy with ourselves one moment and a bad day later we hate ourselves and remember every bad thing in that patten. But we'd never judge other folks that way. Why ourselves?