Performance Standards (or, how my deconstruction started)
When I was in my twenties I had a year where I had the Midas touch. Almost anything I turned my hand to turned to gold. Job interviews, fitness, completing a bunch of items from my long-and-exhaustive to-do list, repairing friendships — nothing was too hard. Even challenges I had faced the previous year were easily mended. Any small blips — a relationship ending, a friendship souring, a small dent in my car — that could easily be written off as a test from God, or Satan getting in the way.