An Honest Critique

I am critical. I have high expectations of everyone around me, even my darling two year old, and when those unspoken expectations aren't met, oh, I am a force of criticism. I may not always voice it with my mouth, but I speak it with my facial expressions, with my indifference, with my heart. I keep a record of wrongs and I hold them tight to fester and bubble, eating me away slowly. I'd say most people would be surprised to hear that I struggle with a critical spirit, but it's always been my demon. I'm my biggest critic, and I struggle to extend grace when an expectation hasn't been met by myself or someone working in my vicinity. It's so ugly. It's so lacking in grace. I'm a rule keeper, over acheiver, people pleaser, and harsh critic.