“…cultivate self-compassion…I could never do that” she said with a wry and honest smile. Her response a glimpse of her heart. She sighed in reflection, wondering how to even begin—without seeing this as another expectation. Compassion, having grace, letting yourself be where you are to get where you want to be, the pause is purposeful. But how do you learn to be gentle withyourself, to preach grace where criticism abounds, to give yourself time to grow when it’s yesterday’s mistakes you can’t get over?
In a frustrated sigh she slammed her journal shut, “just another attribute” she surmised.
As she looked out the window, leaves dancing with the morning breeze, her thoughts began to soften, maybe there really is another way. Maybe I am my harshest critic. Maybe, just maybe, there’s hope.
Maybe I start by being okay with where I am. Owning my self-depricating “haha” sentence enders.
Maybe I start there.
Maybe, I can start today.