I know it’s totally scary, especially if you know me. But I have an idea….It’s wild and crazy and I actually feel like some totally brilliant person or a bunch of totally brilliant people have told me this before and I know i read it somewhere and I hope to God I’m not stealing someone’s s*@@. BUTTTTTTT. My idea is this. What if we were gentle with ourselves?!?!?!?!
I know. It seems radical and crazy and totally freaking impossible. Okay maybe that’s just me – but gentle isn’t a word I’d use to describe myself. I break things a lot and then proceed to freak the hell out about it because I have a majorly ridiculous (I’m talking like psychotherapists everywhere would have a FIELD DAY type of ridiculous) fear of broken glass. But really I’m kind of rough and tumble in a totally endearing way ;).
Here’s the thing. Most days I wake up feeling like someone just lit a match under me and was like no matter how freaking tired you are GET UP WOMAN THERE’S A LOT OF STUFF TO BE DONE. And I don’t know about you- but that is not a way to be woken up. And most nights I go to bed feeling like “oh man, where’s the pillow? oh never mind I don’t need a pillow. please children don’t call me for at least an hour….oh and did I do ANYTHING right today? zzzzz.”
My point is that in both that wake up and bed time scenario, it’s rough. It’s not gentle- at all. And that’s pretty much all my fault (see there I go again!!!!) Because I’m not gentle with myself at all. Tomorrow’s intention: be gentle with me. That is all. You want in? Can you do it? I hope you’re better at it then me, but I say let’s give it a shot!