Do you believe yourself?

Believe yourself

Believe yourself

This isn’t a typing error. There should be no ‘in’ after believe in that sentence. We surely all believe in ourselves to some extent but do we believe ourselves and why does it matter? 

When I was a kid my siblings liked to stir me up by pretending they didn’t believe me when I told them something. I would get all upset about it and promise and swear on my Tiny Tears, in all earnestness that it was true.

It’s all too easy unfortunately to be mean to a child as they take things so seriously and believe in justice, right or wrong, black and white. It takes a while for them to realise that others sometimes like to be mean for the fun of it. It still eludes me today and I don’t enjoy practical jokes that can cause even a nanosecond’s discomfort to someone else.  Perhaps it’s because they have the tools to deal with that kind of thing, they assume everyone else does and that it won’t do any harm. Go pick on someone your own size!

Anyway it’s taken me a lifetime to realise that it doesn’t matter if others believe you as long as you believe yourself. If they say that red is green and you are an honest person yourself, not understanding why someone would lie, you might start to question yourself and look for proof that red is in fact green. What a waste of energy, better spent questioning why someone else would lie or try to stir you up. Better yet, accept that people are different, their journey is theirs and let it go. It doesn’t have to be part of yours. What they believe or what they tell you they believe is their business. Nothing to do with you. Have faith to believe what you believe until such time as you no longer do.  No one can take your beliefs away unless you let them.

This blog is for all the sensitive people out there on a journey to lose that sensitivity, see the rest of the world for what it is and accept that people do things which are incomprehensible to you. All we can do is get out of their way, not try to control or even change anyone else and work on our own filters, our own minds and our own stories. Most of all we need to believe ourselves. A lifetime of genes, experiences and decisions has brought us to where each of us is now, doing our best with what we have.  Further observation of life will take us onward, hopefully to a place of peace and understanding. All we ultimately have is our thoughts. Guard and protect them well.

guard your thoughts

The Ugly Ducking has Landed

Take time to smell the roses – Unknown author

OK I am completely cheating here. I think that’s the quote and I don’t know who by but I had to use it as it is shouting at me today. I am reminded by lovely Coastal Mom, Diane  whom I just ‘met’ yesterday (and is connecting online not exactly the same thing – it touches your soul and you know you would jump for joy to meet in person) to smell the roses. I am walking through this garden not to get to the other side but to enjoy it all!

Today to smell the roses for me means to really appreciate the massive benefit I have received from blogging. It only really started nearly 3 weeks ago that people started reading anything I wrote. I got likes and comments. Woo hoo! Though I know I could be like a virgin blogger falling in love with that first ‘high’ and that it will likely settle, I don’t care. These highs are glorious moments in my life and I will hug them to me and remember them always. Who doesn’t remember falling in love? Fall in love with everything, everyone and every situation you can! In a way I already did crash as I began to question the motives of other bloggers which is the same as questioning my own motives for blogging. (All criticism is self criticism – see my post). Stats became all too important for a few days. But they are just a number! Then I remembered why being the authentic me in writing is so important to my soul, and I loved it even when anonymous, and I bounced back.

Now I am continually reminded by the beautiful people who come out of the woodwork, what the roses smell like! You smell fragrant, sweet, heady and intoxicating, peeps!

Today I see it with total clarity. At risk of looking naïve and cheesy and Pollyanna, I want to shout my joy and gratitude right here at my kitchen table before work!

I started blogging (my 40 minute morning blurt before work, unedited) as a great way to achieve more in my day than work, look after two of my kids and my house, read and sleep. I was troubled inside. Something was missing. I wanted inner peace and had no clue where to find it! Well I finally found it and not by having a million views or likes or making money. The success is in being creative, authentic and finding connection and support. Success is lifting my already rosy view of humanity to new heights and feeling warm and fuzzy. I take that with me and it colours my day.It’s inside me now.

Anyway I digress. I could spend every morning reading other blog posts that speak to me, replying to comments and further connecting with gorgeous people instead of writing but it’s a balance. The increased energy I have means I whiz through the mundane after work to get to you people, thank goodness. You rock. Thank you world, thank you internet, thank you weblog inventor and thank you lovely people for taking the time to connect with others and for being swans. The ugly ducking has landed.