Self-Worth

No mirrors and no one around me?  A ‘writing out loud’ moment.

If I was on a desert island I wouldn’t have others’ opinions to deal with, I wouldn’t be comparing myself to anyone else, and I wouldn’t make disheartening self-judgments.  I’d be living a trial-and-error existence, one of survival and experience and experimenting, always improving and moving forward.  I’d be creative and enduring.

If I was on a desert island I’d probably feel moments of dissatisfaction with my progress, but on the other hand I’d have moments of peak joy of accomplishment too.  I’d be having ‘inside moments’.   I’d recognize my efforts.  I’d be creative and enduring.

If I was on a desert island I’d be a spontaneous human being and there’d be no one standing in the wings ready to rain on my parade.  I’d make decisions about my life using my own rationale.   I’d rely upon my own standard as to the how and why I was making my decisions.  My intuition would be a reliable guide and I’d listen.  Instincts would alert me because there wouldn’t be the chatter of anyone else in my ears trying to control me.  I’d be creative and enduring.

If I was on a desert island I’d have to be self-reliant and alert.  I’d learn how capable I am in finding solutions for obstacles.  There wouldn’t be the opportunity to blame others, I’d be dealing with myself and nature…the Source of all things, the Creator of what Is and ME.  I’d be creative and enduring.

If I was on a desert island I’d be grateful for the sunshine and all the goodness in my life that provided me food and shelter and clothing and a body to wear the clothing, eat the food and enjoy my shelter.  I’d be grateful for the peace I could enjoy.  I’d be grateful for the hands I had to take care of myself, for my eyes which see the beauty of the world, for my taste buds as I prepared and ate my food.  I’d be creative and enduring.

If I was on a desert island I’d be my own entertainment, I’d sing my songs and dance and give thanks.  There’d be no thought about what I looked like, but rather, how I felt.  I would be asking my heart, not anyone else, what do you want from me today?  I wouldn’t need a mirror, I’d be creative and enduring.

Of course, I’m not on a desert island, but I’m brought to myself when I think like this and I’m reminded that essentially, it’s always between me and my Gaya, Source, Creator, Universe.  And, there is great comfort in my faith that I am unconditionally supported no matter what I do... there are always lessons to learn, yes, but I am no less worthy or important no matter what’s going on each day.  I’m reminded that it is I who create my reality.  It is exactly how I think things are that appears in front of me.  I am reminded that my conscious awareness is a state of beingness which I create.

In this fast moving world,  I can visit my desert island whenever I wish.  I am creative and enduring.

When you feel our connection, you feel the blanket of unconditional love and support.

Draw us closer into your heart and know we are with you.    ~Gaya

Blessed Be.  To All Be Blessed.

 

 

 

Well, now, where am I? I’m at the same computer desk, doing what I love to do:  Figure out who I am!

I try to maintain a modicum of peace within me and in my space around me.  Since I published my book it’s critical to me that I recognize just exactly what my self-talk is and if I believe what I’m telling myself!   

I guess the only thing that has changed is that I’m in a new public venue.  I wrote a book, published it, hope people like it, and my well being and wholeness has nothing to do with that outcome.   This is what I’m trying hard to integrate!  The truth is I feel wonderful that I have finally finished a book, much less published it!  To be fair to myself, I never thought I was worth any less when I didn’t finish three I had started before in my lifetime, so the fact that I have finished and published one now, shouldn’t really have anything to do with inflating my self-worth either, right?   I’m the same person… just completed another project.

I have always coveted my writing.  It never mattered to me what others thought about it.  Now, however, when others get to ‘judge’ and ‘review’ my work, does it matter more to me what they think?   On the one hand, of course, it’s nice to hear compliments….but on the other hand, I know intellectually that nothing from the outside fills me up on the inside.

I want to share what I am experiencing right now, because I want to honor myself  from within.  I don’t want to take an EGO  trip which falsifies my authenticity and the depth of what really matters.     Truth be known, what matters is what I think about my book, my writing, my accomplishment and the self-satisfaction I feel  from writing it!

I’m proud of this new picture for my blogs, I’m proud of my first book, Unbridled Commentary…Without Flinch! FROM A WOMAN OF YEARS IN THE ‘MIDDLE’ OF HER LIFE,  and I’m proud to offer it free to everyone at Amazon.com, Apple and Barnes and Noble.

   I am humbled and grateful for all experiences I am receiving as I enjoy the privilege of living my life.  I KNOW WHO I AM.