How can I be kinder to myself?

There are days that I'm really hard on myself. My expectations are set so high to accomplish so much within an inadequate time period. And yet, I continue to expect more.

One of my observations of late is wondering what things would look like if people were kinder to each other. I continue to focus on the kindness expressed by others, and to look for opportunities to do the same. And I realize that I should start by being kind to myself.

What would being kinder to myself look like?

Kinder to myself as I age and things don't seem to work like they used to? Kinder to myself in my self-imposed expectations - for work, for motherhood, for fitness goals? All of the above!

I'm choosing to be kinder to myself through a daily meditation. As I begin each day I pray, I meditate, I breath deeply in the same place, at the same time. I began over the past couple days to incorporate this meditation which I will now look at as the opportunity to be kinder to myself:

May I feel safe.
May I feel happy.
May I feel strong.
May I live with ease.

I believe with a focus on this meditation and the intention to be kinder to myself, miracles might occur again this month. This is a practice, and with practice comes patience. Another quality I'm working on … but we'll leave that for another post.

Today I will be kinder to myself.

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