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New goal:
Treat myself how I would want to be treated.
Seriously. It sounds absolutely absurd, but it's true. I don't treat myself well at all. I am constantly finding ways to punish myself. Would I tolerate someone else treating me as such? No. So why should I?
I went to a funeral this morning. My mother's best friend's father passed away Thursday after battling a chronic condition causing him to slowly deteriorate. Life is short, my friends. Why waste a minute? God has put us on this earth to live a beautiful life. We are lucky. We are of the chosen few.
Time is constantly fleeting. It seems as though I turn my head and by the time I glance back, five years has already passed. But I worry so much about the glance back that I forget to look at everything I pass in between. There is so much beauty, so much pleasure, and so much life, all of which needs to be sought. Sometimes, I feel as though I move my head to fast and as though there is a cloud stretch between my pupils and the world.
I need to focus on being happier. I work so hard to make everyone happy and I owe it to myself. I work VERY hard. Unfortunately, I never think I work hard enough. I look down on myself and often downright abuse myself into believing I am not worth people's attention. This needs to stop.
Frankie often brings this to my attention. However, I never think highly of myself to ever believe him. This is no small task, but it is a goal to work on. I must love myself. I must appreciate myself.
READY. SET. GO.
Treat myself how I would want to be treated.
Seriously. It sounds absolutely absurd, but it's true. I don't treat myself well at all. I am constantly finding ways to punish myself. Would I tolerate someone else treating me as such? No. So why should I?
I went to a funeral this morning. My mother's best friend's father passed away Thursday after battling a chronic condition causing him to slowly deteriorate. Life is short, my friends. Why waste a minute? God has put us on this earth to live a beautiful life. We are lucky. We are of the chosen few.
Time is constantly fleeting. It seems as though I turn my head and by the time I glance back, five years has already passed. But I worry so much about the glance back that I forget to look at everything I pass in between. There is so much beauty, so much pleasure, and so much life, all of which needs to be sought. Sometimes, I feel as though I move my head to fast and as though there is a cloud stretch between my pupils and the world.
I need to focus on being happier. I work so hard to make everyone happy and I owe it to myself. I work VERY hard. Unfortunately, I never think I work hard enough. I look down on myself and often downright abuse myself into believing I am not worth people's attention. This needs to stop.
Frankie often brings this to my attention. However, I never think highly of myself to ever believe him. This is no small task, but it is a goal to work on. I must love myself. I must appreciate myself.
READY. SET. GO.