Seriously, though, I love this piece. It's making me think about how I am aging and I'm no longer seen in ways I used to be seen (aka the young, bright, pretty star) and how I am seen in new ways (wiser, mentor, middle-aged woman with the possibility of a midlife crisis :)
And what keeps mattering most to me, is how I see and love myself, because the rest of perceptions a) I have no control over and b) usually don't matter. I have the choice to feed my inner critic or my inner spirit in each and every moment, so let me use that power. That's what I see in this goddess (who, by the way, stopped my computer scrolling on her image for an inordinately long amount of time). And what I see in you! Love you!
Loved this reflection! As I read it in the wee hours of the early morning, your homegirl, Luna, is beaming with little regard for who is disturbed.
I really enjoyed reading this and as you spoke about your former selves, I was praising you for doing so, so vulnerably in a way that allowed me to extend compassion to the parts of self being reflected back to me as the reader.
Although most of what you shared resonated, #2 really hit!! 🤭
A nugget I’m gonna place in my pocket is,
“Instead of outsourcing my need for recognition, I ask: Am I showing up for myself in the way I long for someone else to?”
Thanks for reading my long winded thank you for sharing reflection! 😅🤗😘
Thank you for offering the gift of being “the witness” listening to others, and recognizing the importance of somatic witnessing of ourselves from the inside .
Can I get a with-ness? YAAASSS! :)
Seriously, though, I love this piece. It's making me think about how I am aging and I'm no longer seen in ways I used to be seen (aka the young, bright, pretty star) and how I am seen in new ways (wiser, mentor, middle-aged woman with the possibility of a midlife crisis :)
And what keeps mattering most to me, is how I see and love myself, because the rest of perceptions a) I have no control over and b) usually don't matter. I have the choice to feed my inner critic or my inner spirit in each and every moment, so let me use that power. That's what I see in this goddess (who, by the way, stopped my computer scrolling on her image for an inordinately long amount of time). And what I see in you! Love you!
Loved this reflection! As I read it in the wee hours of the early morning, your homegirl, Luna, is beaming with little regard for who is disturbed.
I really enjoyed reading this and as you spoke about your former selves, I was praising you for doing so, so vulnerably in a way that allowed me to extend compassion to the parts of self being reflected back to me as the reader.
Although most of what you shared resonated, #2 really hit!! 🤭
A nugget I’m gonna place in my pocket is,
“Instead of outsourcing my need for recognition, I ask: Am I showing up for myself in the way I long for someone else to?”
Thanks for reading my long winded thank you for sharing reflection! 😅🤗😘
Thank you for offering the gift of being “the witness” listening to others, and recognizing the importance of somatic witnessing of ourselves from the inside .