Personal growth can be painful. I don’t recall a single time when I’ve experienced psychological growth from moments of triumph and success. My growth has always come from profound moments of self-understanding — and those have tended to come from painful insights about my mistakes and failures.
I had another one of those uncomfortable moments this morning. I woke up thinking about a dream I had about a woman I once dated. That’s her above. Something disturbing hit me that I’ve been thinking about all day.
I’ve always had impossibly high standards for myself. The fact that I couldn’t be perfect made any slight error I made feel like failure. My imperfections made me feel worthless. I’ve been trying to deal with that perfectionism for a long time.
What I hadn’t realized until today was that I’ve unconsciously applied the same standards to the women I’ve loved. This has warped my view of these women.
Tap or click below to hear what I’ve been thinking about this. Keep Reading

Is Herman Cain guilty of sexual misconduct? I wouldn’t be surprised
If you live in Hawaii and want to see my film on TV, public access is coming your way with it soon
In a cold and disconnected world, it’s very simple to fake happiness
‘The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us and save us’
My political lens makes me think you’re crazy — and vice versa
Just underneath a civilized veneer, savage conqueror lives in my DNA
Today’s kids learning they should fear police, not respect them
Forced sterilization gets to heart of arrogant progressive agenda
My ideal woman will never exist, but I keep falling in love with her