Posts tagged with “wisdom”
How Embracing and Loving My āNegativeā Emotions Helped Heal My Pain
“Do not fight against pain; do not fight against irritation or jealousy. Embrace them with great tenderness, as though you were embracing a little baby. Your anger is yourself, and you should not be violent toward it. The same thing goes for all your emotions.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh
For a long time, heaviness and dark feelings were very familiar to me. In a strange way they were comforting; I felt safe in darkness. The light felt more painful to me, but I also wanted to change because I wanted to free myself from the limitations of staying in the dark.…
Why We Close Ourselves Off to Friendships and How to Open Up
āIf you accept a limiting belief, then it will become a truth for you.ā ~Louise Hay
Picking the flimsy gold lock on my groovy denim-covered childhood diary, I’m instantly transported back to my ten-year-old life.
Each page duly describes what I what I ate for dinner that day as well as what my two best friends and I got up to. It was 1976 and we were obsessed with Charlieās Angels, cruising around āundercoverā on our bikes, solving fresh crimes around the neighborhood.
Every couple of weeks Iād report the latest drama amongst the three of us. Either my …
My Needs Matter Too: How I Started Speaking Up and Setting Boundaries
āSetting boundaries is a way of caring for myself. It doesnāt make me mean, selfish, or uncaring just because I donāt do things your way. I care about me, too.ā ~Christine Morgan
In my early twenties, I could shout into a megaphone at a political rally of thousands, but I couldnāt decline drinks from strangers at the bar. I could perform original music for an attentive audience, but I couldnāt tell my friends when I felt hurt by something theyād said. I could start a business, advocate for new laws at City Hall, and share deeply personal poetry on Facebook, …
Slow, Imperfect Progress Is Better Than None at All
“When perfectionism is driving, shame is riding shotgun, and fear is that annoying backseat driver.” BrenĆ© Brown
Sometimes I feel like the girl who cried film.
I first wrote a blog post introducing Tiny Buddha Productions three years ago, and despite my earnestness, passion, and enthusiasm, I have only one short film to show for myself.
When I was working on this short, which we filmed partly in my apartmentāin my bedroom, amid the worn clothes and shoes in my walk-in closet evenāI felt more alive and aligned than Iād felt in years.
I was doing something Iād wanted to …
Accepting My Autistic Self: Why Iām Done Trying to Fit In
āI care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.ā ~Charlotte BrontĆ«, Jane Eyre
A common misconception about autistic people is that we donāt care if weāre alone. Of course this varies with each person, but on the whole, itās untrue. We want to feel included, itās just not easy for us to fit in. There are other days when I feel autism has separated me so fully from other people that I am functioning on a different plane of existence, not just with a different …
How Getting Hit by a Bus Taught Me to Stop Worrying and Start Living
āSometimes it takes a good fall to really know where you stand.ā ā Hayley Williams
How often do you appreciate the pleasure of taking a deep breath? Have you stopped worrying about what the world can do to you, and instead focused on what you can do in the world? Do you actively appreciate your life, as a part of your daily routine?
Odds are you do not. I know I certainly didnāt, until it was nearly taken from me.
Iāve been riding bicycles around New York City since I was a child. While cycling in the city used to …
If the Mountain Seems Too Big Today, Then Climb a Hill Instead
by Laura Ding-Edwards, rainbirdroots.com
When Expectations Hurt: How Iāve Forgiven My Absentee Father and Healed
āWhat will mess you up most in life is the picture in your head of how itās supposed to be.ā ~Unknown
I may have said a few words that hurt my fatherās feelings, butā¦
See, hereās the backstory.
Iām thirty-four years old, and I started having a relationship with my biological father at age twenty-one. During my childhood years I would see him every now and then even though he lived less than three miles away from my home. I donāt have any memories of being with my dad for birthdays, holidays, family vacations, or even just hanging out watching …
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