October 29, 2018
Be nice to yourself… It’s hard to be happy when someone is mean to you all the time.
There is one person who will stay with us all our lives. It is ourselves. Unfortunately, some of us miss happiness because we don’t like ourselves as mush as we should. The one sure way to foster despair is excessive self-criticism.
I run into far too many folks that are much better than they realize they are. People that just need to give themselves a break by recognizing their value. Happy people are those who are their own best friend.
Recently I found the following quotes on the Positive Provocations blog, I would like to share them with you today.
The Most Healing SELF COMPASSION Quotes Ever!
Be kind to yourself. Remember that when you abuse yourself, you will experience the anger, regret, and apathy of the bully as well as the depression, anxiety, and insecurity of the victim. Whatever you do, be kind to yourself.
Self-compassion is simply giving the same kindness to ourselves that we would give to others.
It is lack of love for ourselves that inhibits our compassion toward others. If we make friends with ourselves, then there is no obstacle to opening our hearts and minds to others.
If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.
A moment of self-compassion can change your entire day. A string of such moments can change the course of your life.
Talk to yourself as you would someone you love.
Fleischmann: “How are you feeling today?”
Perlmutter: I tell you … I’ve got so many aches and pains, if I get a new one today, it will have to wait two weeks before I can even worry about it!”
The crumbling, old church building needed remodeling, so the preacher made an impassioned appeal, looking directly at the richest may in town. At the end of the message, the rich man stood up and announced, “Pastor, I will contribute $1,000.”
Just then, plaster fell from the ceiling and struck the rich man on the shoulder. He promptly stood again and shouted, “Pastor, I will increase my donation to $5,000.”
Before he could sit back down, plaster fell on him again, and again he virtually screamed, “Pastor, I will double my last pledge.”
He sat down, and an larger chunk of plaster fell hitting him on the head. He stood once more and hollered, “Pastor, I will give $20,000!”
This prompted a deacon to shout, “Hit him again, Lord! Hit him again!”
“I recently had my Visa card stolen. Now it’s everywhere I want to be.”
Two doctors opened an office in a small town and put up a sign reading “Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones, Psychiatry and Proctology.”
The town council was not too happy with that sign, so the doctors changed it to “Hysterias and Posteriors.”
This was not acceptable either, so in an effort to satisfy the council, they changed the sign to “Schizoids and Hemorrhoids.”
Next they tried “Catatonics and High Colonics.”
Thumbs down again.
Then came, “Manic-depressives and Anal-retentives.”
Still not good enough.
How about, “Minds and Behinds.”
Almost at their wits’ end, the doctors finally came up with a title they thought might be acceptable to the council;
“Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones, Odds and Ends.”
Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
Esther was entranced with an expensive mink coat she had seen in an exclusive shop, and for days she cudgeled her brain to think of a way to bring up the subject to her husband. Suddenly she had an inspired thought.
“Sol, last night I had a lovely dream.”
“What kind of a dream, Esther?”
“I dreamed that we passed by Saks Fifth Avenue, and there in the window was this gorgeous mink coat — only $6,200. And you know what you did? You went right in and bought it for me, Sollie dear!”
“Say, that really was a wonderful dream! Hereafter, in all your dreams, you should wear it in good health, Esther dear!”
Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.
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