Losing a loved one can rip your heart out and send emotions haywire. I write this as gentle tears roll down my face and my mother waits to leave this earth. I am not sure how to feel or if I can feel at all right now.
The song is ended but the melody lingers on…
At this moment the feelings are raw and at the same time full and empty. My mother and I were never that close, I was not the favored child. I knew that from an early age and I also know it now. That in and of itself has been a difficult thing to carry through my life and also come to terms with. Yet that doesn’t lessen the ache of a life of a loved one gone and a relationship never fully realized.
I am hurting and full of questions.
I sit here in wonder about the life she lived. She always spoke of not being her mother’s favorite child and yet she has gifted that fate to me. Why?
My life has been lived trying not to be the things I liked least about my mother’s life. As she lays waiting for her days to be over, I wonder who she really was. How was it she viewed her own life?
Learning self-appreciation isn’t easy
If you are anything like me and your childhood was less than stellar, then you know the difficulty of being able to appreciate who you are. Finding a way to like yourself and understand who you are can be challenging in a world where we are so efficient at finding faults.
We see them in ourselves and those around us. It’s almost as if there were some kind of twisted contest like the one with the most faults wins. Some days it feels like that to me.
Human beings by nature are not perfect; I don’t even ascribe to the notion that we have to be perfect at any point in our lives. We all make mistakes; we are all learning as we go through this thing called life. Some of us fly by the seat of our pants and hope for the best.
There is no one way to live a life, and there is no one way to succeed in life. There is, however, or there should be a way to be human about it to ourselves and others.
I “Handle them carefully, for words have more power than atom bombs.” -Pearl Strachan Hurd
The Power of Words.
As we enter a new year, I want to begin with words. Not only the words I write here on this blog but the words we use every day. I would like to start a conversation on using words to make a difference, to encourage and to give inspiration to ourselves and those around us.
Do you ever stop to think about how words affect what we think and feel? Each day words flow all around us from many sources and the nuances of how and what we speak may be hurting us more than we think.
“Be mindful when it comes to your words. A string of some that don’t mean much to you, may stick with someone else for a lifetime.” -Rachel Wolchin
We can use our words in a way that promotes growth, inspiration, motivation, positive self-esteem, and encouragement or we can use them to hurt, diminish, judge and to break spirits.
Words can inspire or break us.
Words are an intricate part of our lives, and they have the power to make us or break us. They come at us from all directions including the things we tell ourselves. Our words go out into the universe and with them, we can make a difference, or we can use them to be self-defeating.
courage, stamina, persistence, fortitude, perseverance, bravery, boldness, valor,
vigor, concentration, solidity, substance, backbone, grit, guts, moxie, nerve, pluck, resilience,
spunk, tenacity, tolerance, will power, chutzpah, and a good thesaurus.
1. Moxie is defined by
Moxie: nerve, determination, guts, resilience or all of the above. My goal is to have as many of these strengths as I can at any given time in life. You never know when you may find yourself thrust into a moment or situation where you need to call up your Moxie to get you through.
Courage is trying again tomorrow!
2.It may require some moxie to share your story
Depending on your personal life experiences and what you were taught you may think that sharing your stories, or needing someone to talk to, is perceived as being weak.
I think that it is just the opposite. It takes great courage to experience something painful and be able to share your story.