Accepting Who You Are

Kindness Challengers, Here is a blog post with an exercise related to self-compassion. Be good to yourself, give it a try…

Find Your Middle Ground

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I love this exercise from Steve Flowers and Bob Stahl in “Living with Your Heart Wide Open”. This is a book I’d also recommend for those of you who would like to cultivate more mindfulness and compassion in your lives, while freeing yourselves from unworthiness, inadequacy and shame.

“Be gentle with yourself. Be kind to yourself. You may not be perfect, but you are all you’ve got to work with. The process of becoming who you will be begins first with the total acceptance of who you are.”

~ Bhante Henepola Gunaratana

Self Compassion Exercise:

If you met with a friend and she confided in you that she felt completely worthless and ashamed, how would you try to comfort her? What would you tell her to so the her troubled heart? In what other ways would you express your loving kindness and compassion?

Take a few minutes to reflect on this…

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How It All Began: My Early Childhood

My friend’s teenage son has written an inspirational piece about his struggles since the day he was born. He is adorable!!! So proud of him and his amazing Mom who has walked with him throughout this difficult and trying journey. But They Got This!!!


When I  was just two weeks old I had a major stroke on the right hemisphere of my brain, from that moment on the doctors and my family had no idea how much damage had been done; the doctors said due to the size of the stroke the results of the stroke could be devastating.

During my stay at the hospital and while the doctors were investigating why I had a stroke, they discovered I had a ventricular septal defect (VSD) and that I would most likely need open hearty surgery. For the next eight months my mother fed me a formula designed by the doctors to bring my weight up in hopes that this would give my heart time to heal. Unfortunately, when I was nine months old it was decided that I would need open heart surgery. A VSD repair is relatively common in babies and the surgeon…

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Job Gone! Destiny Restores!

Job Gone! Destiny Restores!In my post, Destiny Knocks, I told a magical story about the intuitive experience of a job that was “calling or speaking” to me. While this was my first experience with “speaking” jobs, it wasn’t my last!

I was contemplating returning to a field where I spent 10 years of my life. To reintroduce myself to this field I believed having an opportunity to work short term would answer all my questions and reveal a resolution. While searching the internet to find the perfect opportunity, a job appeared that I sensed was mine.

Because the intuitive sensation scared me, I dismissed the illogical information and applied for other jobs. Told myself I would apply for this job tomorrow. On the next day, when I returned to the job search site, the job was gone. I felt mad at myself for being such a scaredy cat and ignoring my intuitive information. I mean why was I making such a big deal over it! What was so scary! But there was nothing I could do about it now. The job was gone!

The next day, it returned. HHHmmmmm, what was happening…

Since I was given a second chance, I wasn’t about to pass it up. I forwarded the paperwork to the appropriate person. Was only partly surprised when I received the call for the interview. I’m sure you (the reader) knows that I did receive this job. At the end of the conversation, I was told that the job was filled but as it turned out the new hire didn’t have the correct license so they needed to repost the position. So very interesting…isn’t it?.

I do wonder if the job was always mine. Did I lose the opportunity when I energetically disengaged because I feared my intuition? Did the job become available once again when I reengaged with the job?

There is a saying from Dante Alighieri’s, Inferno, “Do not be afraid; our fate cannot be taken from us; it is a gift”. Or maybe Alighieri is correct. This job was my gift. It could never have been taken from me. But still, I wonder…