The other day I wrote about compassion.
At this point in my journey, I think compassion will be a recurring theme for me, if you want to call it that.
And maybe anger goes hand in hand with that.
But all day I have been thinking…
Compassion for my self.
A very difficult thing for me to even see doing, being compassionate to my self.
I’ve heard it phrased different ways: how can you love others, when you can’t love your self. So I am left wondering, how can I feel compassion for others, when I struggle so to feel any compassion for myself.
It’s a work in progress.
It all is.
I think life itself is a work in progress. I think we change, we grow, we go through the process of healing. And in some ways, I think that takes a life time.