I am well aware of my short comings. They challenge me to do better, expect better. They build character. I'm not as aware of my strengths. When given praise, I blow it off as if I had nothing to do with it. That I just lucked out. I accept my weaknesses and minimize my strengths.
Recently at a fitness class, the instructor said a few things that resonated with me. She challenged us to make a change, that in fact being at the class was a step in the right direction. Change comes from within and the only person who can make it happen is oneself.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing - Naomi Shihab nye, poet
Sometimes change is slow. Road blocks get in the way. But pressing on can be the best (and sometimes only) thing you can do.
I felt strong after that class, both physically and emotionally. I need to remember that feeling the next time I don't believe in myself, the next time I want to give up. The next time.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.