When you’ve learned to lighten up on yourself, learned compassion and kindness, you grieve for the years the locust has eaten. When you were so unjustly hard on yourself. When you looked in the mirror or at your life.
When kindness arrives at your door, you look back at old photos and realize, “there was nothing wrong with me”. And anything that appeared to be out of place was merely fear and a deficit of love towards yourself playing itself out in the world.
When kindness arrives, you fall in love, maybe for the first time.
The world is not our personal yardstick by which we measure ourselves. We will always come up short when we do.
It is by the heart we see ourselves rightly—even in the most difficult of circumstances.
Stay close to your heart. When hope or life feels spare, remember to return again and again.
Your heart is the book by which you rightly read your life.
July 21, 2018 at 10:36 am
Wonderful and very true. My awareness of kindness and compassion (toward myself) was very limited for much of my life; I’m very grateful that I’ve finally learned how to go easier on myself (thereby improving my attitude towards the world) before it was too late.
July 23, 2018 at 1:56 pm
Thank you so much for your comment, Susan. This is an important message for our times…be kind to ourselves. Especially when the world is so ready to beat us up, why should we add to the collective message that we might not be enough? I know that my generation of women grew up with this same message, and it is particularly ingrained. Glad we are finally realizing we were always okay and still are!
July 20, 2018 at 10:37 pm
July 21, 2018 at 12:03 am
Thank you, Brenda!! Thinking of you!