“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
~Oscar Wilde
Fridays are, right now, the day I think the most about what I’m going to write. Here is the process.
me: OMG, it’s Friday! What am I going to write about?
Then I look back over my week and try to find what I have learned. Which lessons have come up over and over again? What quotations or interesting thoughts have I added to my stash this week? What has got me thinking this week? Then I start to write and often I end up someplace I didn’t realize I was going.
This has been a quiet week. I’ve been feeling rather lonely, to be honest. The blog has been quiet. My life has been quiet. I wonder if I did the right thing by archiving the old blog and starting fresh. I look at Chickens and Eggs and wonder if I’m just fooling myself with that project. I’m thinking about my last appointment with the shrink and still feeling hurt that he doesn’t seem to hear me. I still haven’t decided if I will go back. I am second guessing myself. I wonder if I did this or that differently whether I would feel more accepted or whether I should feel differently about certain events in my life. I wonder where I’m going and whether I’m doing the things I need to do to get there. I’m not trusting in the journey but that’s a whole ‘nother topic.
I read, not so long ago, this quote from Helen Keller and I confess I could not really see how she could genuinely feel this way.
“I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times, but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers. The wind passes, and the flowers are content.”
~Helen Keller
Sometimes I’m very good at accepting my limitations and not being particularly sad about them. Other times, I give in to the feelings that certain limitations or challenges are unfair. I forget that nothing, good or bad, is permanent. I neglect my intentions to be grateful for all the good things that are in my life. And maybe most importantly, I do not accept that I am this person, in this life, at this moment.
Earlier this week at The Happiness Project, Gretchen wrote about the seeming paradoxes of life that can help you be happier. Number 1 really stood out to me.
Accept yourself, but expect more of yourself.
The second part of that statement is the part I have been missing all these years. I’ve always felt that accepting myself meant that I had to like who I am right now and not want to change that. Even when I’ve said essentially the same thing, I wasn’t grasping it emotionally.
I am me. I am the only me that will ever exist. I really do need to accept myself but that doesn’t mean that I can’t be a better me. That I can’t reach out to others and be the person I think I want to be. It won’t happen overnight – no instant gratification around here – but it can happen.
“My aim is to live up to my gifts.”
~Kyung-Wha Chung
So, this week’s Zaxioms are multiple.
Be yourself.
Expect more of yourself.
Live up to your gifts.




4 Comments
Your Zaxioms for the week sound very good to me. I’m not much into self-improvement right now. I’m just trying to survive each day and keep my family on an even keel. I know my daughter needs to take time with what’s happening and come to her own decisions in her own way. I just wish it would resolve itself soon and we could all get back to “living.” I hate this feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’ve been in her position and I know how hard it is to deal with all these changes, to make the decision to change your life. It can’t be rushed. I KNOW that, but accepting it is something else.
To accept myself and expect more of myself, dang that sounds good, right now I just do the latter and keep being upset that I don’t manage so well at it, got to try to change that though, if only emotions were as easy as logic.
As for living up to ones gifts that sounds good too, I am just not sure what they are really, and what is just things I want to be good at?
I am with you on this journey, and all we can do is to keep on trying or keep going, giving up is not an option (or rather I will give up on my earthly pursuits when I die of old age).
I sometimes wish, too, that emotions were as easy as logic. I think one of the things that is hardest for me is that I use logic to disguise emotion. People think I’m being overly logical when it’s really all about the feelings.