’tis true. we can dispute it, I know you do! but especially as women, we ARE our mothers. In ways that are unrecognized by ourselves and yet are prominent in our thoughts, mannerisms and behaviours. (and everyone else sees it!) We fight it. We deny it. We rebel against it. Why? We love our mothers and yet we strive to be the antithesis. A strange way to honor the most influential and important person in our lives.
glug, glug
drowning in our own dirty water. unchanged. in need of clarity.
there seems to be “nowhere to run, nowhere to hide”. anymore.
we are at the mercy of intrusive onlookers, videobloggers, critics, judgers…no one is given a pass. anymore.
we are subject to abject criticism. we are exposed. and not necessarily truthfully. we are not allowed privacy. anymore.
well, I say NO mOrE. anymore.
I have served a community of individuals for the last 26 years in the art of developing grace. A word associated with ballerinas and dance. A word associated with sensitivity and forgiveness.
If it weren’t for grace, there might not be an option to err and recover from our own flaws and missteps.
Surviving the fallout from our mistakes requires grace. But, it also requires grace received from those who are the recipients of our blunders.
As fallible humans, it is essential to be allowed to err and accept those who err.
With grace.
It is painful to be discredited for our faults and oversights.
What is that that Matthew said? Judge not lest ye be judged…? Just saying….
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