I wanted to post this poem again because I am very proud of myself realizing I’m in chapter 5. Truly in chapter 5. It is a good feeling and it has been a long road but I chose another street. Autobiography in Five Short Chapters By Portia Nelson I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost … I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes me forever…
I wasn’t sure each day what I would blog about. I’d let the thought come out during my meditation. Even then, I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. I have to say I surprised myself by the end. This is what I realized… The only person that thinks I’m less than is me. I am truly my harshest critic and I’m not very nice about it either. I’m actually mean to myself in my critiques. I’m always looking…
I wasn’t sure each day what I would blog about. I’d let the thought come out during my meditation. Even then, I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. I have to say I surprised myself by the end. This is what I realized… The only person that thinks I’m less than is me. I am truly my harshest critic and I’m not very nice about it either. I’m actually mean to myself in my critiques. I’m always looking…
This was given to me by my life coach for the specific reason of self-love. A story I never told her was about me and a tree. My father has always had white birches on his properties that I was always drawn to. On his last house in the back of his enormous backyard was a very large white birch. That was my tree. I was drawn to that tree from the first day I saw it. This meditation required…
When I was 16 or 17 years old I went to a psychic, the only thing I remember, and unfortunately I’ve always lived by, she told me I won’t have a lot of friends but the few that I would have will be true friends. I remember thinking that’s good I’ll have true friends for the rest of my life. At 16 and 17 when girls were still backstabbing each other I thought that was a pretty good thing. As…
Yesterday I read a post by MerBear over at knocked over by a feather https://knockedoverbyafeather.wordpress.com/2017/04/18/an-easy-mark/. It was about those kids that teased us as children, the scars we carry because of it. Then she asked if we could go back in time, what would we say to them as adults. My reply was, if I can go back in time it was ME I’d be lecturing not the bullies. If I could teach my younger self to eat right, work out, and…
What do you think when you look in the mirror? I wake up every morning and the very first thing I do before I pick up my toothbrush is look in the mirror. I look at my face for new blemishes, makeup that didn’t wash off completely, my hair and the mess that it is. I look at the deep line in my forehead wishing I had Botox. I look at the other lines on my face that seem more…
