The part of myself I like the least and that frustrates and puzzles me the most is how affected (to read emotionally hijacked) I get by reactions that people have to my words and actions.
Two roads diverged in the woods and I … always have a choice to make.
And when we are tempted, as we often are, to say, I have no choice, this is what my life is like, we still actually do have a choice. Because life is seldom what happens to us and so much more often how we interpret or how we perceive what happens to us.
When the space between hardworking and working too hard becomes invisible
Several weeks ago, my therapist and I were discussing my propensity to work more and more, regardless of how tired I felt or of how many people around me told me to take a break. I was honest about how much taking a break scares me …
The sum of our days is greater than each single day. And our lives are the compound interest of each day lived with presence.
The more I aged, the better I got at grasping the joy of living in the moment. And little by little, life revealed its biggest secret to me: that life is nothing but the compound interest of each day, hour and minute that I live with presence.
Dear love, what would you have me know about interacting with other humans?
We, humans seldom carry balms for healing ourselves and each other. We almost always turn up, prickly and charged, but can you remember that you are love and loved and use that as self healing balm?
People don’t see us how we are. They see us how they are.
I was reminded of one of the hardest things I have to reconcile with: the fact that there are people in my life who believe I am an asshole. That my actions are meant to hurt them, that I never care and that my intentions are horrible.
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