Over the weekend I had some triggers that brought up pain from a recent loss. ( December )  I understand and acknowledge that this ‘loss’ is actually a blessing in disguise, but the sadness crept in and I found myself living in the past, wishing things had turned out different … wishing I could get back some part of what was. 
Realizing the truth of the situation, I sat on my bedroom floor last night, my arms curled around my legs and I prayed.  I find praying to God a good way to show compassion to myself.  I also reasoned with myself in a loving way, like I was talking to a dear friend.  I told myself that it’s okay to remember.  It’s okay to miss someone.  It’s okay that certain triggers set me off and to know that if that happens in the future, I’ll handle it better.  I rubbed my arms and gave myself a big hug, then got up and stood in front of mirror.  Closing my eyes for a moment so I could feel my team of benevolent Beings who surround me every moment of every day … I opened my eyes, looked directly into them in the mirror and told myself how much I love myself.  I told myself that I know that little girl inside was hurt, and that everything happens for a reason and that we … her and I … were going to be okay.  I told myself how wonderful I am and how much love fills my heart.  I told myself I am beautiful and loving and that it’s his loss he’s no longer a recipient of my love. 
I find mirror work to be a powerful tool of self-compassion.  In fact, I have 5 daily goals and mirror work is one of them and last evening I used that tool to my fullest ability.  I flooded my mind, heart and soul with an abundance of positive affirmations about myself.
Today … well today I feel great!  I am grateful for everything that happens in my life.  Good and bad.

To be quite honest, this is an area of weakness for me. It seems like every spare moment in my day is taken up by my willingness and pro-active spirit to do something for some one else. It has become as natural for me to do this as putting on a pair of shoes each day. Much like a water-wheel I only go in one direction and that is focusing in on the needs of others.
Have never given much thought to what my own personal needs are. My early childhood days contain only a speckle of happiness here and there; later on I would discover that these gaps or holes in my emotional life would eventually fill up with something. With no real direction or role model to follow, I did not always make good choices. I would go to bed each evening with my two closest friends: Sister Rejection and my Brother Pain and in the morning the three of us would rise up and begin our day.
Somewhere along the road I was traveling in my life I came to a bitter dead end and I had to make a decision between good or bad. Was I going to become a person who by any means necessary take from others or was I going to become someone who would give without question to others in need. When presented with the question of giving, most people equate this with only money and yest that is a marvelous gift. But even now I feel that giving is more than just money, we can give of ourself to others.
My wife says I am truly innocent and a bit too trusting of others. Perhaps, she is correct.

I always used to want to get everything perfect first time; even if it was something i’ve never done before. Nowadays, I remind myself often that it’s ok to make mistakes and get things wrong.