What if those of us who walk around pathetically muttering to ourselves said only kind and productive things to ourselves instead?
What if we recognized the demeaning muttering for what it really is: unproductive babble?
Hope doesn’t mutter. It smiles instead.
Love doesn’t mutter. It boldly urges us on.
Joy doesn’t mutter. It sings.
Self-talk matters. The right self-talk doesn’t mutter.
At times, we have all been unstable.
Circumstances have taken us off guard and driven us into deep anxiety or depression. But, when it happens, we don’t have to stay there.
If we choose to stay, those around us will be dragged into our complaints, negativity, fear, and neurosis. Or, we can rise above our circumstances by tapping into age-old wisdom for finding or regaining emotional strength:
First rule: quit taking ourselves so seriously
Happiness is always illusive when we are focused on ourselves
Own our mistakes and make things right
Forgive as we would like to be forgiven
Fully utilize the power of gratitude to keep perspective
Strength rises and falls according to our thoughts
Cease comparing ourselves, worrying about others, and, merely give our gifts with no strings attached
Life is too short to be small. -Benjamin Disraeli
I don’t know why this is true, but it seems to be the experience of many I admire. Life asks regular humans to push past what they think is possible, reasonable, or doable in order to find the hero lying dormant within them.
Today I heard myself think, I can’t handle this anymore. I stopped and changed my self-talk to I can do whatever life is requiring of me. Immediately I noticed tangible changes in my body:
- The “butterflies” in my stomach settled
- My mind quit racing
- My pulse decreased
- My breathing became less shallow
Labeling what is happening to me as “normal” instead of “unfair,” “unreasonable,” or “unhealthy” is my first step to stability. Stability must precede tenacity. And tenacity always precedes rewards.
(I reposted because I needed the reminder.)
Getting my head around this understanding of failure has been a real challenge.
Failure, to me, was always…
I spent many years hiding rejection scars, pretending I hadn’t failed, blaming and shaming myself and others about failures before I ever experienced the joy of failing forward.
“Failure is not your enemy but your guide to improvement.”
Changing to the habit of excepting my humanity, even laughing at my propensity to fail, has brought me massive relief…and always…closer to success.