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.

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