10 minutes of kindness – through words

Write about anything for 10 minutes (daily post prompt):

Is the hardest thing you do really to accept who you are, or is it to let go of who you think you should be?

Breathe. You are good enough. Breathe and relax. You are better than what you give yourself credit for.

When you`re stressing around, do you remember to breathe? Do you ever remember to stop – to breathe, to relax. Take in the fact that you are doing your very best to be the best version of who you, that you can be. RIGHT NOW. Your very best. You are doing it.

You ARE doing your best. You are good enough. You aren´t wrong.

Not even now, doing something new, not wrong. You´re trying. You´re doing something which perhaps you´ve never done before. You´re not wrong. There is no right or wrong, there´s just your own way.

You´re following your own way. You don´t know when it´s going to stop, but you´re walking it, and it´s your way. Your choice. Your freedom.

You are good enough. Your way is good enough. You´re not alone. But you have a choice to be kind. To yourself.

You deserve to be kind to yourself – be somebody for yourself, in order to be somebody for somebody else. You are good enough. You can breathe, relax.

You are good enough, and you´re doing your best.

Still a bit stumped

Today´s prompt, Curve Balls, goes like this:
When was the last time you were completely stumped by a question, a request, or a situation you found yourself in? How did you handle it?

This wasn´t the last time I was completely stumped – but it was a situation that I´ve sorta dreaded, and one I´ll have to deal with, perhaps many more times.

It was my lovely little nephew who noticed my self-inflicted scars. We were sitting on the couch and he was stroking my arm carefully with his little fingers. And with a 4 year old´s curiosity and attention to everything, he of course wanted to know what this was.

I actually don´t remember what I said to him. I seem to remember telling him that they were scars. And kinda left it there. Distract, ask about his wounded knee and latest cartoon band-aid, give him a hug.

This – of course – is something that I will face again, and I´m trying to figure out what to say when/ if people ask. So, still a bit stumped – but getting there. Trying to find a way to say to various people and age groups that I did this to myself, without giving too much away.

You learn that different people need a different response.

Inspiration can be found in many places

Today´s prompt, Opening lines, from Daily post reads:

What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.

«Go keeping our heads up high» («What did you expect» by Simon Glöde). Quite random, really, it was on the playlist Feeling confident on Spotify. Not a random choice of playlist. I look for inspiration in many places.

This was actually a rather good first sentence of my blog post. Go keeping our heads up high. There´s something optimistic about that. Something positive, hopeful.

Quite the opposite of what I want to do when I feel exhausted or depressed. At those times I just wanna look down. I feel my shoulders rolling forward, my gaze on the ground. Or just that blank stare – when you´re just far away, and want to disappear. The physical body sort of mirrors the psychological state.

I think it´s amazing how big a difference it makes, on my emotional state and my self esteem, to raise my gaze, keep my head up and walk tall.

It´s interesting how this prompt could remind me of that. I´ve been – sort of actively – trying to find inspiration that can help me, since yesterday, and actually using this prompt from Daily post to write a rather different type of blog post, in English, was inspiring.

The little things.

Press play

Press play and let the song run in the background.
Let it play softly until the very end.
It´s there, you can hear. You´re aware.

Press play, don´t let the song disturb you.
Just let it play itself out.
The familiar lyrics. The familiar tune.

Press play, let the song run in the background.
You notice it´s there. You´re aware.
You leave it there.

Press play, let the song work its way through every phrase.
You know it. You notice it.
Your mind´s elsewhere.

Press play. Listen without listening.
It´s the same old song, the same old words.
You´re aware, you know it, you leave it.
It´s just playing in the background.