The Language Of Letting Go
About a year ago, my mother gave me a book. It's called, "The Language Of Letting Go." It's a book of daily meditations for codependent people. I was a little insulted but I took the book anyway. At first I didn't read it, but now I read it everyday. Mostly I open the book because when I do, the familiar scent of my mother comes wafting from the pages.
I am still struggling with the meditation for April 14.
Today, I will practice tolerance, acceptance, and love of others as they are (okay, I got that down), and myself as I am (pfft! There are so many things I need to change! I can't accept myself). I will strive for that balance of expecting too much and expecting too little from others and myself.
That voice in my head needs to change. Do you know which one I am talking about? The negatitve one that points out all of my imperfections. I don't expect much from myself. That way, when I fail, I'm not disappointed. I expect myself to fail.
It starts with each new day. I look in the mirror and find the positive instead of focusing on the negative. I'll get there. I wrote in my journal on 3/13, "From this point on, dangerous and reckless behavior is frowned upon." I've been pretty good since then. One step closer to loving myself and muting that voice.
I am still struggling with the meditation for April 14.
Today, I will practice tolerance, acceptance, and love of others as they are (okay, I got that down), and myself as I am (pfft! There are so many things I need to change! I can't accept myself). I will strive for that balance of expecting too much and expecting too little from others and myself.
That voice in my head needs to change. Do you know which one I am talking about? The negatitve one that points out all of my imperfections. I don't expect much from myself. That way, when I fail, I'm not disappointed. I expect myself to fail.
It starts with each new day. I look in the mirror and find the positive instead of focusing on the negative. I'll get there. I wrote in my journal on 3/13, "From this point on, dangerous and reckless behavior is frowned upon." I've been pretty good since then. One step closer to loving myself and muting that voice.
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