Who are we really? Our mind never stops judging. Most of all, we judge ourselves and this can be a huge source of angst and possibly depression. We beat the crap out of ourselves; we're not slim or fit enough, we wish we made more money, we should own a home by now, we're not where we thought we'd be by now, we're divorced or we've never been married, we don't do enough for our loved ones, we could work harder etc... It occurs to me that none of these things are who we are. We each have an individuality and an essence, and that's who we are. We are the things we love; friends and family, sports, movies, a gorgeous sunset, puppies, great food, music, dancing, laughing, napping;), travel, whatever. How good does it feel to define ourselves by our sense of humour or an act of kindness, rather than some random or parental image of perfection? Just sayin';)
Blessings,
Chatgirl
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