Every morning I write down three things from the previous day that I am grateful for. It is easy enough to be reminiscent about the sensory gifts of creation (green grass, blue skies, fall smells) but I really try in earnest to make it a focus on what is going “right” with people. I dwell on what would make others happy and pray… Kind of presumptuous of me no? I mean, how do we know what brings us joy if the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence?
What if fulfillment, not happiness, is life’s golden ticket?
So what is fulfillment? Truth is, that is up to you… Acquiring a #neurolinguistics certification was a match made in heaven for me. All my life I have always seen the beauty in and functioned on sensing others… I also see their potential and want to help them achieve it. While it inspires me, the “help” isn’t always welcome and can often be perceived as me not “loving somebody for who they are” or as an eagerness to control a situation. First I assure you that as an NLP practitioner we consider all with something I have learned as #unconditionalpositiveregard, kind of like a child. Where I cannot do this (because I am human and have my own triggers), I do not engage my energy with the individual.
If my focus is on you, I see something wondrous within you!
When triggered, as an empath, it is easier for me to be overly critical of myself as I am not distinguishing my own feelings vs. those I have encountered that day… We are certainly sponges for emotion and today’s state of uncertainty means LOTS of quiet time and grounding for those of us who are hypersensitive to our surroundings. Well, yesterday I was reminded that we have one more source of unconditional positive regard in my gratitude work. INNOCENCE.
When dropping her off at home, my youngest daughter was allowing her family to present their first attempt at a garden this year… It is a VERY HAPPY GARDEN!! What was most impressed upon me though was not the garden but the look of gratitude on my overly exhausted daughter’s face as her husband and two children circled the growth, sharing in excited tones the various things they would reap when it came time to harvest. And then that tiny little voice (our little NICU survivor and youngest grand-daughter) staying close to me and proclaiming over and over how beautiful I was. I cry as I type…
If we could only see ourselves in the eyes of little children… That is how God sees us! What a much more wondrous gift our existence on earth would be received as!! Yesterday I got a glimpse of me through the eyes of my grand daughter.
Life cannot be more fulfilling than when looked at through the eyes of innocence.
(((I AM GRATEFUL)))