SUNDAY INSPIRATION: Opening New Doors

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I am always constantly trying to improve myself. Not that I am not happy with myself, but because I know there is always more I can give, to relationships, to myself, and to the world. There have been plenty of times where I find something I want to improve on, or something that I can’t wait to try out, but my enthusiasm dies after a week or two and I still haven’t made whatever it might be a habit. I know my failure, or lack of follow through, has to do with the fact that I am trying to use my old ways to open new doors. I need to know myself, know my ways, and know what works for me. If I am going to really implement a habit and open a new door of a healthier happier me, I am going to have to step out of my comfort zone, try a new way of doing things, and really push myself to make it happen. Change does not happen when we are comfortable. Change doesn’t happen with our old ways. This week I am going to continue to challenge myself to seek out new ways to open new doors.

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SUNDAY INSPIRATION: Be Done With It

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I might have talked about this before, but I tend to have trouble letting go and being done with mistakes I make or bad days. I have noticed that the reel usually plays over and over in my head of what I could have done differently, and I tend to beat myself up about silly mistakes I have made. I have decided I really need to have a more positive and realistic voice in my head. Not all things are bad, and not every little mistake is worth beating yourself up about. David always tells me that the best way to deal with mistakes or blunders is to always learn something about yourself or what you can do differently next time, and then you can truly move on (he’s a smart man that one). I think that this quote is a beautiful way to live, to allow yourself to be human and make mistakes, love yourself for it, and then start each day new and fresh. This week I am going to try and give myself a clean slate every day, to learn but not dwell, and to speak to myself a little bit nicer.

SUNDAY INSPIRATION: Be Brave

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I am so grateful to have the opportunity to write another Sunday Inspiration post. It has been awhile and I really have missed the time to reflect on some really amazing quotes (I have a whole stash on my desktop!). I think for a long time in my life I had a problem being brave. Being brave scared me because I didn’t know what would come of it, what would come of me speaking my mind, doing something I had never done before, or facing something extremely difficult or painful. I was afraid of being brave, I knew I was capable of being brave, I was just too afraid to try. I have realized this really isn’t any way to live! I want the ability to deal, fix, tackle any challenges that come my way and not shy away from fixing anything. Now that I have the ability to pray for braveness I no longer worry about what might come my way, I know that I can always ask for what I need and I will receive it. Everything we need we already have within us, and that is an extremely beautiful realization for me.

SUNDAY INSPIRATION: Self Love

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I love this  quote. I love the idea that loving yourself is a project, a lifelong process, not something that just magically happens.  I recently had the privilege of watching a YouTube post by Amy Poehler on her YouTube channel Ask Amy all about Bodies and Body image. I fell in love with her response about how we need to focus on the areas of our body or ourselves that we love. Tell ourselves over and over again what we love about ourselves, especially when we are feeling down. We need to talk to ourselves in a loving way, like we would a sister or a friend. I think in todays world with the constant updates and photos it is impossible to not compare yourself or your life to others. I think my new goal is to change the tone of that voice in my head. If I can talk to others in a loving, kind, and compassionate way, I really need to do the same for myself.