Last week Everyday Woman announced her intention to include a gratitude post each week which she calls Thankful Thursday. Inspired by the poetic prose of her entry, I have decided to make a change to my own gratitude post. I plan to introduce a gratitude word of the week, which I hope to reflect on throughout my week so that not only am I aware of how I have been blessed by life but so that I practice being mindful of what is most important to me.
This week I have chosen the word “forgive” to inspire my gratitude post. I thought about how I interact with the word “forgive” on a personal level and having held those thoughts for several days have decided that what craves forgiveness on my behalf is actually myself. And so I forgive and am grateful for it . . .
I forgive myself for raising my voice with my daughter. . .
I thank the universe for her everyday. My daughter is my precious love.
I forgive myself for making promises that I wish I had not made . . .
I am grateful for the opportunities presented so that I might flex my soul and try new things.
I forgive myself for quitting . . .
I now know that it’s okay to fail and move on from it.
I forgive myself for worrying . . .
The world is beyond my control and sometimes terrible events turn out to be wonderful blessings.
I forgive myself for holding grudges . . .
I shudder to think how many good times I have missed out on for staying angry over petty things.
I forgive myself for guzzling a gallon of gasoline each week . . .
may my children forgive me too.
I forgive myself for being a perfectionist . . .
the world is perfect in its imperfections, and yet, time and time again, I find myself straightening up a clean room or tidying up the yard when I should be spending time with my family.
I forgive my impatience . . .
everything will happen in its own time and life is sweeter when I am not rushing out the door.
I forgive myself for having impossible standards . . .
my true friends don’t care whether my house is clean, my hair is combed, or whether I am mother or wife of the year. I suspect that some of the qualities that I loathe about myself are what others like about me anyway.
And last, I forgive myself for manging at 10 p.m. when I really should just drink a glass of water . . .
snacking is so yummy though!
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Beautiful!
Living “mindfully” is what it’s all about! Talk about poetic prose, Green Mamma. . . your words are beautiful and inspirational! Each one of us probably sees a part of ourselves in your words, like a mirror on our souls. I especially identify with “worrying” (as my own children would probably tell you) and “setting impossible standards.” Thank you so much for reflecting and causing us to do the same!
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