There’s a silent river that flows behind all action. This river gives us a glimpse into each other's inner world. It is the how of each activity—the way one does something.
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
― Mark Twain
Self-kindness is a lesson dear to me because I’ve struggled with harsh self-talk for a while.
On the outside, I’d be doing helpful things, but on the inside, I was suffering. It wasn’t until I saw how destructive it was that I deepened my practice with kindness.
It’s not what you do…
Wise words for the courageous.
What separates humans from animals is that we have dreams for our lives.
Whether your dream is to succeed in your career or you want to make the world a better place, at times, you may feel like giving up. It’s human to feel discouraged, but sometimes all we need is a reminder that we’re not alone.
Any pitfalls we experience won’t last forever. Take rest. Find solace in the words of others who knew the importance of slowing down and persevering. And trust that it’s all working out as it should.
“Rivers know this…
Desire is the key to motivation, but it’s determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal — a commitment to excellence — that will enable you to attain the success you seek.
Due to my recent inconsistency with publishing on Medium, it’s been challenging to finish articles — especially one on commitment.
Having to start over again always feels daunting, and the time spent not doing what I long to do — write — makes me doubt my path.
And still, I pull my butt to the chair and begin again.
Then it dawned on me…
Recently, I was a bridesmaid at a wedding. It was a full weekend of events. Beautiful settings. Gorgeous couple. Open bars.
But do you know what was easier than soaking it all in?
Finding something wrong—it’s too hot, we’re waiting so long, my feet hurt, my makeup is too much, socializing is hard, it’s going to rain, etc.
It baffled me how easily I fell into focusing on the negative. I’m usually better at silver-linings than I was that weekend. This led me to the following question:
Why is complaining sometimes easier than being positive?
After a lifetime of repeating…
Being my own boss is harder than I thought.
Freelancer life has its obvious benefits. Freedom. Choice. Flexibility. But what I didn’t know was the amount of discipline required. No one is coming behind me to make sure I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing.
It’s all up to me to practice focus.
I use the verb practice focus instead of stay focused because I don’t think it can ever be a static thing. Nor do I want it to be.
We are humans, not robots. We get distracted. Life surprises us. That’s not a bad thing.
I want to speak to the things
I didn’t recognize before;
to the moments it felt easier to agree
even though I didn’t.
But I was afraid of losing my titles.
who would I be?
The answer, it turns out,
So, now I admit to
nods of agreement
in which I hid.
To the things I didn’t say
when I knew something wasn’t right.
When I egged on arguments
between close friends
in hopes to be loved more.
That wasn’t love.
I know that now.
I didn’t then.
I’m sorry, still.
Poet • Yoga Instructor • English Teacher • Proofreader • Lifelong Learner • Nature Enthusiast