I heard this poem recently, read by Mark Coleman at Spirit Rock in the states.  Let the words wash over you and through you, an antidote to the those constant judging and comparing thoughts that may swirl about day to day.  Be kind and gentle with ourselves and others today.

If you would grow to your best self

Be patient, not demanding

Accepting, not condemning

Nurturing, not withholding

Self-marveling, not belittling

Gently guiding, not pushing and punishing

For you are more sensitive than you know

Mankind is as tough as war yet delicate as flowers

We can endure agonies but we open fully only to warmth and light

And our need to grow is as fragile as a fragrance, dispersed by storms of will

To return only when those storms are still

So, accept, respect, attend your sensitivity

A flower cannot be opened with a hammer.

– Daniel F. Mead