Somewhere in the last 2 years, I lost my sense of humor. I let all the judgment and criticism from others prevent me from laughing at myself. Laughing at myself, and admitting to my own folly, seemed irritating and unnecessary to me. I’ve already got people pointing out my faults and mistakes so why would I go out of my way to do it more?
Have you ever encountered someone who is going through a troubling time (death in the family, serious illness, loss of a job, etc) and felt like you said the wrong thing? I feel like that all of the time!
In 2011, I volunteered at a non-profit that helps women who have survived a sexual assault. As volunteers, we went through an intensive two weekend (40 hours) training before we were allowed to interact with survivors. The main focus of this training was – teaching empathy.
Good morning! I hope you’re having a great day so far. Every once in awhile, I’d like to check-in and restate my intention for this blog. I’m just getting to know myself now at the age of 33.
I’m leaving behind the person others expected me to be.
I’m defining the person I want to be.
I’m understanding and accepting the person that I am today.
If you’re in a similar place, you’re not alone.