A slow Wednesday after a rushed start to the week. I’m a big believer in slowing down when and if you can. Today I took a moment, brewed myself a cup of coffee, got all the cookbooks out, ate a piece of toast with raspberry confiture, and thought about this year. I have a good feeling, I must say. I feel hopeful about what’s to come ~ inspired and motivated to proceed with all the dreams I’ve had for a long time.
I’ve realised that the older I get the more forgiving and honest I am towards myself. It has not been a straightforward path to get here though, and I think it comes down to the perception I think others have of me. This perception is also so entrenched in my own view about myself and at times hard to shake off. I think the turning point for me was when my friend told me that I was absent. Not absent in her life, but the presence of myself and the room I used to take in our friendships was absent. I was going through a lot but I didn’t share it. At times I think I’ve taken on the mentality of “just crack on with life” (maybe I’ve been in the UK for too long – ha!), but I’ve always felt that it was easier not to voice the hardships that I was going through, than to do so. Perhaps I didn’t think anyone would understand if I did tell them. But by her also saying that exact thing to me it got me thinking about myself and who I want to be in different relationships. To not be the people pleaser I used to be. To not say “everything is fine” when it isn’t. To be more mindful of myself, more forgiving and more daring.
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