After my youngest went off to school, I finally had a little time to breathe. I fought every instinct to volunteer and do ALL OF THE THINGS.
I decided instead to design my own self-compassion course.
The idea of being compassionate to myself was revolutionary.
Not speaking to myself harshly? Unheard of.
Not punishing myself for not doing enough or doing too much? Unthinkable.
Not spiraling on a bobsled of shame down and down and down? Impossible.
What I learned were gifts that changed the trajectory of my life. Seeds planted that are flowering now. Blooms of tenderness…towards myself.
The gift of Self-Compassion can be yours too.