Know your worth. . .and your limits
I bet some of you thought the week 18 post was going to find itself in the black hole. I know it's late, but I wanted to try to get back onto a Sunday post day to finish out the week.
Over the last week or so, there have been moments, people, articles, random quotes, and other things that have reminded me of my worth. And once I was reminded, I was a little upset with myself that I had forgotten. Why is it that we let a person, a job, a situation, the world in general, cut us down and make us start forgetting our own worth? Why do we fail to know our limits and stand our ground?
I don't know why this happens, but I do know that by the time we remember our worth, we've usually been pushed way past our limits. We would serve ourselves well, not to mention save ourselves a world of hurt, pain, stress, or any other number of things, if we would not lose sight of our worth in the first place.
Know your worth, and your limits. Don't sell yourself short, and don't let anyone else do it either.
How have you loved yourself this week?
The Challenge: Reestablish a love relationship with myself by intentionally showing love to myself in some way, shape, or form once a week for a year.
June 30, 2013
June 21, 2013
Week 17 Love
The Purge. . .
I have a lot of stuff, and a small house. I'll admit that I can be a bit of a pack rat. But let's be clear on one thing, I am NOT a hoarder. If I ever get close to that status I hope that one of my friends will hold an intervention for me!
They say that there is a correlation between the clutter/cleanliness of your living environment and your mental/emotional state. I have found this to be very true. I'm definitely not the tidiest person, but I try to keep things somewhat in order at home. . .ok try but often fail. What normally happens is that I let the place go until one day I look around and think "OMG, I can't stand this! How did this happen?" And then I go on a cleaning/de-cluttering spree. Unfortunately, de-cluttering often means just moving the clutter into a closet or drawer or somewhere unseen. That usually works for awhile. But every now and then I get this overwhelming need to purge.
The purge urge struck last week. . .big time. All of a sudden I felt completely claustrophobic and overwhelmed by "stuff". I started tackling a couple of those places where clutter usually goes after I have de-cluttered. Like that one shelf in the bathroom cabinet that contains all of the things that I haven't touched in over a year. That broken eye shadow that is also missing the applicator brush? Yeah, I don't need that.
I purged a couple of these small areas last week and immediately started to feel better about my life in general. There are many places left to tackle, but thankfully I am still motivated. It must be because it is making me feel better! What better motivation is there?
How have you loved yourself this week?
I have a lot of stuff, and a small house. I'll admit that I can be a bit of a pack rat. But let's be clear on one thing, I am NOT a hoarder. If I ever get close to that status I hope that one of my friends will hold an intervention for me!
They say that there is a correlation between the clutter/cleanliness of your living environment and your mental/emotional state. I have found this to be very true. I'm definitely not the tidiest person, but I try to keep things somewhat in order at home. . .ok try but often fail. What normally happens is that I let the place go until one day I look around and think "OMG, I can't stand this! How did this happen?" And then I go on a cleaning/de-cluttering spree. Unfortunately, de-cluttering often means just moving the clutter into a closet or drawer or somewhere unseen. That usually works for awhile. But every now and then I get this overwhelming need to purge.
The purge urge struck last week. . .big time. All of a sudden I felt completely claustrophobic and overwhelmed by "stuff". I started tackling a couple of those places where clutter usually goes after I have de-cluttered. Like that one shelf in the bathroom cabinet that contains all of the things that I haven't touched in over a year. That broken eye shadow that is also missing the applicator brush? Yeah, I don't need that.
I purged a couple of these small areas last week and immediately started to feel better about my life in general. There are many places left to tackle, but thankfully I am still motivated. It must be because it is making me feel better! What better motivation is there?
How have you loved yourself this week?
June 11, 2013
Week 16 Love
Explore the possibilities. . .
Let's talk about week 15, and the fact that there is, again, no blog post for that week. I'm not going to pretend I don't know why I didn't write a post. And I'm not going to make up some fake excuse for not writing it either. Here's the blunt truth about week 15. . .I moved out of the driver's seat and into the passenger seat of my own life. I don't think I made it to the back seat, and I most certainly didn't get anywhere near the trunk. But I definitely shifted into a passive passenger. If you aren't following the analogy, check out my first blog post here. . . Who do you love?
I feel that I am on the brink of another major life change. And there is part of me, a part of the new me, that is excited and ready for this change. But at the same time, the old part of me is scared shitless to even consider the idea of this change.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been the kind of person who is deep rooted in comfort zones. Why do we develop comfort zones? And what is it about the unknown that makes it so scary? I have faced a few scary unknowns recently. Granted I didn't really choose to face them, more like I was forced to face them. . .or die in the trunk. But you know what? So far, I've come out better on the other side. One would think I would learn from that and use it as ammunition when facing the next unknown major life change. Instead, when week 15 rolled around I vacated the driver's seat, curled up in the passenger seat, took my eyes off the road, and shut down.
Thank goodness it didn't last too long. By the time week 16 rolled around, I had decided that shutting down wasn't the best option. Once I thought about it, I determined that comfort zones are much more about "familiarity" than they are about "comfort". And I quickly realized that my current comfort zone, although very familiar, is anything but comfortable.
So I started exploring the possibilities of this new life change. Really exploring them. And I found that I became more excited about the possibilities and directions in which my life could go, and less scared of the fact that the possibilities and directions are uncertain.
How have you loved yourself this week?
Let's talk about week 15, and the fact that there is, again, no blog post for that week. I'm not going to pretend I don't know why I didn't write a post. And I'm not going to make up some fake excuse for not writing it either. Here's the blunt truth about week 15. . .I moved out of the driver's seat and into the passenger seat of my own life. I don't think I made it to the back seat, and I most certainly didn't get anywhere near the trunk. But I definitely shifted into a passive passenger. If you aren't following the analogy, check out my first blog post here. . . Who do you love?
I feel that I am on the brink of another major life change. And there is part of me, a part of the new me, that is excited and ready for this change. But at the same time, the old part of me is scared shitless to even consider the idea of this change.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been the kind of person who is deep rooted in comfort zones. Why do we develop comfort zones? And what is it about the unknown that makes it so scary? I have faced a few scary unknowns recently. Granted I didn't really choose to face them, more like I was forced to face them. . .or die in the trunk. But you know what? So far, I've come out better on the other side. One would think I would learn from that and use it as ammunition when facing the next unknown major life change. Instead, when week 15 rolled around I vacated the driver's seat, curled up in the passenger seat, took my eyes off the road, and shut down.
Thank goodness it didn't last too long. By the time week 16 rolled around, I had decided that shutting down wasn't the best option. Once I thought about it, I determined that comfort zones are much more about "familiarity" than they are about "comfort". And I quickly realized that my current comfort zone, although very familiar, is anything but comfortable.
So I started exploring the possibilities of this new life change. Really exploring them. And I found that I became more excited about the possibilities and directions in which my life could go, and less scared of the fact that the possibilities and directions are uncertain.
How have you loved yourself this week?
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