Be gentle with yourself.
Being kind to oneself. Wowsa, sometimes this can be so hard for me. It used to be my “go to” to demand perfection in every area of my life. And it was so exhausting, believe you me.
Being kind to oneself. Wowsa, sometimes this can be so hard for me. It used to be my “go to” to demand perfection in every area of my life. And it was so exhausting, believe you me.
Then I come across beautiful quotes like this one that whisper that “there is nothing wrong with the core of me and who I am” … a reminder to be gentle with myself. That just feels good in every fiber of my being.
We are all works in progress because the very definition and nature of being alive is to constantly change, adapt and grow. At the very core of our being we are perfect, because that’s what LOVE is.
So … may love for ourselves be the new “go to,” and may we all be reminded of what a beautiful, magical work-in-progress we are.
Question: Are you a perfectionist?
Food For Thought: Are you perhaps a recovering perfectionist?
Challenge: Repeat after me: “I am a beautiful work in progress, and I’m O.K. with that today.”
The measure of a great man …
I realize that I’m older now, but I think I can honestly say that I’ve always believed this to be true.
I realize that I’m older now, but I think I can honestly say that I’ve always believed the above quote to be true.
My husband told me once that no man ever wants to hear from a woman how “nice” he is. Well, that may be true. But no matter how “steamy” or “gorgeous” or “sexy” you may appear on the outside, if you’re not kind or generous or loving, then you cannot possibly be a truly beautiful soul.
Kindness is evidence that love (a/k/a God) exists here on planet earth.
Irish Blessing
This quote hung on the wall all during our childhood. I never really thought much about it (because kids never wonder too much about the things their parents do) until I got married. It was then I learned that this poem was one of my Dad’s few family traditions.
This quote hung on the wall all during our childhood. I never really thought much about it (because kids never wonder too much about the things their parents do) until I got married. It was then I learned that this poem was one of my Dad’s few family traditions.
Other people have loads of family traditions, but this one was our jewel. I remember my Dad reading it aloud to bless us at our rehearsal dinner. We, in turn, read it at his retirement party and, sadly, again during his memorial service.
Whenever I read it, I think of my big, strong Dad. As you read it today, may you be blessed in remembering a love that sustains YOU from the inside out.