Set a good example
We’ve become obsessed with popular culture in such a way that some of us have started to lose sight of the awesomeness that comes with just being a human being. When you really think about human beings as a species, as a civilization; the things we are capable of, the triumphs, the accomplishments, the success, the passion – it’s unbelievably amazing! Why is it then that we beat ourselves up, concentrate on the things that we don’t like about ourselves, the things that aren’t perfect? It’s very much a bad habit – fueled by the media and popular culture.
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But, for starters, if you’re caught in this trap of comparing yourself to others, get out. By constantly looking outside yourself and trying to find things to identify with, you miss the essence of yourself. The real you is on the inside. Secondly, get out of the habit of looking for the things that you don’t like about yourself. Instead, even if it’s only 1 thing, concentrate on the things that you do like about yourself. Quantum physics has continued to teach us that everything is energy, even our thoughts. So, if you give your energy to the things that you don’t like about yourself – by nature they will continue to grow, even if it’s only in your own head. If there are things that you don’t like about yourself, don’t give your energy to them. Instead, do one of two things: shift your energy to the things you do like about yourself and stop giving your energy to that which you don’t or put your energy into making a change in order to eliminate that which you don’t like. Don’t get stuck in the trap of insulting and hurting yourself; it’s just not worth it.
Love yourself; be your best friend because it is you who sets the example for how the rest of the world will treat you.
Close your eyes and IMAGINE…
As a little girl I was one of those ‘teacher’s pet’, ‘goodie two shoes’ type. I did exactly what I was told, followed instructions to a tee and let’s face it over excelled whenever I could. And though you might be thinking ‘I hated those kind of kids’ fear not, as I was also socially and personally aware of myself and my surroundings and made sure not to make other kids feel bad or as though they weren’t good enough. Instead I strived to make every and all situations pleasing and enjoyable for all involved. (A skill I think I picked up growing up with divorcing and eventually divorced parents.)
In Kindergarten we were introduced to reading, a skill I had already mastered. At home every night in the bath I read Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys novels, and when I was at school I pretended I had no idea how to even sound out a sentence. Why you ask? Simple. None of the other kids in my class knew how to read and so I didn’t want them to feel bad about themselves knowing that I did. I remember my Mum coming home from the parent/teacher interviews and getting grounded for ‘lying’ about being able to read – soo not fair! But, yet today I can’t tell a lie either, so all in all, another bonus for my character.
As I look back on my overly analytical and logical little five year old mind I realize how little time I spent doing the ‘right’ brain kind of activities. Daydreaming, imagining, and building an imaginary life in my mind. Wishing and dreaming up elaborate and beautiful pictures of what life could be. Today that is a skill I work on developing everyday. Imagining and dreaming up what I want my life to look like. The kinds of things I want to see a part of it. The kinds of future aspirations I have for myself. The goals I wish to set and achieve.
Don’t think of this as a waste of time, or pointless because you can’t see the ‘how’ of making your dreams come to fruition. Just enjoy those moments where you can close your eyes, and imagine….
Being Perfect
There’s no question, I’m a perfectionist. In theory, I’d love to say I’m reformed, but, that would be a lie. I’m better, that’s for sure. (I no longer use q-tips when cleaning my house) but I’m far from reformed. In so many ways perfectionism serves me. It allows me to blow my competitors out of the park. I exceed expectations, all the time, that’s MY M.O. Always has been. But as I continue to READ MORE

