Buy Yourself The Lilies Quotes

It’s exhausting—and, it turns out, impossible—to try to manage other people’s judgments.

Choose ONLY the people who lift you up, who are reaching for higher things themselves, who MAKE YOU FEEL AWESOME. Grab on to them, hold them, scream “Mine, mine, mine,” and do everything in your power to be good to them. Never let go of the people who treat you like the shit and who are the shit themselves.

Life is not a series of crises to be endured. Life is to be enjoyed.

You can't govern how people treat you or the things they say, but you can absolutely decide what you will do with the gospel that nothing is personal and people are limited.

No one cares. No one is watching you.

The people you surround yourself with make up the quality of your life.

When you begin your morning recognizing that you are a goddess, you'll notice the whole world will start to treat you that way.

She understood that taking yourself seriously, having a room of your own, is KEY to creating the most authentic version of you. I

People can’t help but tell us the truth about themselves. Your job is to pay attention.

How well can you actually know someone who is not open enough to share their feelings with you?

i hate this double life of being good at work and bad at life

It only matters that I do the things that make me feel good and respect myself.

Life is not always a list of problems to be solved; sometimes it’s actually made up of fun and ease and beauty and laughter.

It turns out you can’t command the perceptions of others, and the more you try, the more you risk losing your own sense of self-worth and alienating people. It took decades of running myself ragged trying to gain acceptance from others for me to learn a fundamental truth I would now like to share with you: No one cares. No one is watching you. No one is tallying the total of your decisions, judging you from afar. They are not doing this because they are too worried about themselves. They are making all kinds of judgments about their own lives and worries, and I love you very much, but they are just not thinking about you right now.

The sooner you can get comfortable with the ambiguity of two things being true at the same time, the sooner you will enjoy all parts of your life, even the not-so-great ones, because you know that's not the whole story.

Maya Angelou once wisely pointed out that “when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It took me thirty years to understand these sage words. I’m pretty sure Dr. Angelou meant that people—the folks you date, the friends you have, your parents, your siblings, basically all of the people you encounter on a daily basis—are constantly telling you who they are through their words and actions. They can’t hide it! There’s no magic to understanding them other than making sure you are watching, listening, and paying attention to what is genuinely happening.

Taking yourself seriously means allowing yourself to have a dream, a vision, a hope for your life. It means putting in the work, little by little, to be who you know, deep down, you are and want to become. It means living your life in pursuit of your most authentic self.

Busy’ is worn as a badge of honor these days; the busier we are, the more important we feel. But busy doesn’t mean important. Busy just means you are preoccupied. And often it means you’re distracted. It doesn’t mean you are esteemed, fun, smart, worthy, valued, loved, appreciated, excited, or happy. Busy likely means you are not paying attention to the current moment but instead are hustling around in a fog of things you ‘have’ to do. Busy isn’t special. We are all busy. So why label yourself something so common? You’re better than that.

Getting ready like Cleopatra, doing one nice thing a day for yourself, taking baths, learning/tricking yourself to be comfortable in your body, collecting amulets, having a physical space to take yourself seriously, keeping your home as nice as you would for guests, nourishing yourself with food, avoiding substances that make you feel bad, seeking medical help if you need it—these are all ways we build the faith that we can lead the lives we want to lead, lives we are proud of, lives full of delight.

Forget what your mom thought was important for you. To hell with what your first boss said you should be. Get really clear on being the person YOU approve of and want to be.

Chances are, if you are justifying something you are doing as a means to "deal" with your day, then it's probably not a great idea. We don't justify the healthy things.

But gratitude helps you to, once again, see that you have a choice in what story you tell yourself.

So, my darling friend, what’s your Paris? What’s your sunrise run? What’s your bag? What are your lilies? What are you waiting for? It’s your turn.

We were in a super-fucked-up situation. I forgive you. Forgive yourself.

[...] I began to realize that I did indeed have a lot to be grateful for. That didn’t mean I also didn’t have trauma in my life. It certainly didn’t mean that I had worked out all of my issues from childhood and now everything was ‘perf, thanks, byeee.’ The trauma and the gratitude were able to live in the same space, together. Little by little, I pulled the golden thread of gratitude out from the blanket of pain I usually wrapped myself in.

If the people close to us are acting in a hurtful way, we reason that it is very specifically about us. We then tend to internalize it and question ourselves. What did I do wrong to deserve this? We blame ourselves: They wouldn’t have treated us in this fundamentally shitty way if we were worthy of better. But I’m here to tell you directly: This is madness. The way a person treats you has almost nothing to do with you. It’s about them and their limitations.

Being able to identify your tribe of well-wishers is an incredibly powerful tool. You will learn to stop vying for the attention of people who, frankly, don’t deserve your time, and you will start embracing the cheerleaders who are already around you.

For you, I see something grander: I see a life that you consciously live. That you curate and cultivate and create for yourself, a life in which you are self-aware AF, grateful for the luck that you are here at all, a life in which you love and also let yourself be loved. I see you engaged to your life, holding it firmly yet tenderly by the hand like it’s your soulmate, bringing it in for the deepest of make-out seshes. I see you feeling up your life in the most passionate of embraces. That is what I see for you.

Find a ritual that celebrates that thing you think needs work. Find a practice, a special piece of clothing, a favorite piece of jewelry. Something that tricks you into liking your body. Sometimes you just need to take something you abhor about yourself and honor the fuck out of it.

I was talking with an especially insightful friend recently about the unfair stigmas placed on medication and the idea that it can actually help us return to ourselves. “What about when you have a pounding migraine that makes you miserable and curl up into your sofa, totally incapacitated?” she asked. “If you take maximum-strength Advil and suddenly feel like yourself again, did that change your personality? Or did it get rid of the horrible migraine that was keeping you from who you really are?” I realized she was onto something. For me, it’s the same thing with mental health. If I need to take medication because I have been swallowed whole by the whale of anxiety and depression, if I feel like I am deep at the bottom of the sea and will never make it to the light again, there should be no shame in allowing science to help lift me back up to the surface.

spend so much time concerned with what other people think of us when other people are generally not thinking about us at all. They are wrapped up in their own stories, and when they do think of us, it’s probably about something good. At least that’s what I’ve taught myself to always assume.

DO YOU EVER GET BOGGED down? Do you ever get so in your own head about your problems and worries that they are all you think about? Do you ever get to a place where it’s hard to see what’s good in life because you are preoccupied with all of the things you haven’t yet accomplished, with all of the issues you need to “fix” about yourself,

Having grown up in a house of constant criticism, I didn’t trust compliments. When I heard feedback that was flattering it went in one ear and out the other into a holding dumpster, where I quickly set fire to the praise. All that would be left were the ashes of the compliment, which I’d then bury at sea so I’d never have to recognize anything ‘nice’ about myself

if you need support from others, trust the people who are in your corner. These are not always the people you desperately want in your corner. These are not always the people you wish treated your ideas with care. These are not the people about whom you think, Well, maybe they’ll come through this time. Fingers crossed! These are the people who actually show up for you.

The only thing that matters in the long run is the bonds you create. You won’t be on your deathbed wishing you’d worked more or achieved something greater professionally. You’ll be looking back on your friendships, your kinships; you’ll be thinking about the people you love and who loved you. Your bonds are what give your life meaning. Your relationships give you strength.” Damn.

Given enough care, the objects you surround yourself with can become amulets, energetically charged with your love and attention. Your wooden kitchen table, which you wipe down with oil once a month and always use coasters on, is no longer just any table, it’s a talisman. It’s a symbol of how much you value meals with family and friends. Your sweat equity seals in the power of the table.

One way to fast-track change is to act as if you are the best, highest version of yourself. What are all the best qualities you want to show this other person? Write them down. How do you want the other person to feel in your company? Write it down. What’s something caring you could do for this person right now? Write it down. Look at your lists and see how, today, you could start enacting those “better versions” of yourself.

I’m talking about the sheer delight in looking around and thinking, Oh yeah, I live here. Awesome. Even if you are not living in your dream home, even if you are living in a far cry from your dream home, by treating your space with care, attention, and a little organization, you will feel better about your life overall, because you will have made active choices about how you want to live. You can bring order to your physical world no matter your circumstance.

Pronoia has been an INCREDIBLE tool for creating a more joyful life. It works. If you take for granted the fact that you are awesome and liked, you become a magnet, pulling people who are happy with themselves into your orbit. There is something SO attractive about a person who not only believes they are fundamentally worthy but also sends that energy back out into the world. There is something SO alluring about someone who isn't trying to prove anything. And! It takes so much less energy than being paranoid.

The people you surround yourself with make up the quality of your life. These are people who influence you, whether consciously or subconsciously. They serve as a reflection of your values, your hopes, what you think of yourself. These are the people you are sharing your precious, finite, never-guaranteed-but-always-tick-tock-slipping-away time on Earth with, so my advice is to be fucking greedy and ruthless. Choose ONLY the people who lift you up, who are reaching for higher things themselves, who MAKE YOU FEEL AWESOME. Grab on to them, hold them, scream ‘Mine, mine, mine’ and do everything in your power to be good to them

I think that a lot of people lead their lives never having really lived them at all. They play the roles they were assigned early in life, without questioning if they even want to be this way. They get comfortable, even with really uncomfortable circumstances. They let the days and weeks and years wash over them and never see that they have the power to change IT ALL. But I don’t see that for you [...] You are not going to think, I wish I had let myself be happier. Do you know that those are two of the top five things people regret when faced with death? I do because I googled, ‘What do people regret before they die?’ and found that Bronnie Ware, a palliative nurse in Australia who had spent years sitting with people who were dying, wrote an entire book on the subject: The Top Five Regrets of the Dying. She saw over and over just how much people regret not living the life they wanted, not letting themselves be happy. I just don’t see any of those regrets for you. For you, I see something grander: I see a life that you consciously live. That you curate and cultivate and create for yourself, a life in which you are self-aware AF, grateful for the luck that you are here at all, a life in which you love and also let yourself be loved. I see you engaged to your life, holding it firmly yet tenderly by the hand like it’s your soulmate, bringing it in for the deepest of make-out seshes. I see you feeling up your life in the most passionate of embraces. That is what I see for you.

Inspiration struck Cade as he dismounted and crossed the field. Lily was doing her best to ignore him, but that couldn't go on forever. He took the sack from her shoulder and waited for her to straighten. He half expected her to come up swinging, but she merely raised her fists to her hips and glared at him coldly. "Why did you bother returning? Didn't your squaw stroke your masculine pride?" He didn't know whether to kiss her or hit her. Judging neither to be appropriate, Cade shouldered the bag and threw a damper on her hostility. "The child will need clothes. I have come to ask if you will go to town with me to buy the appropriate materials. Perhaps you would like some for yourself also. And Roy." Lily stood there for a full minute, staring at him. She supposed other men would have come with a mouthful of apologies and a handful of flowers. Cade simply skipped all the in-between arguments and pleas and went on to the next subject. She might as well try arguing with herself. "You're not forgiven," she informed him. "And I'm not going anywhere until I gather the rest of this." "Me and Roy will do it tomorrow," Ephraim intruded, seeing Roy's crestfallen expression. In the end it was easier to surrender than to fight. Lily gave in to the majority and agreed to accompany Cade to town. She knew perfectly well that the trip could wait until Saturday, but now that it had been mentioned, she was as eager to go as Roy was. Not

For my parents, money was synonymous with happiness. The way you knew you were thriving was if you had lots of STUFF. It didn't matter if you wanted or needed the STUFF, or if the STUFF was suffocating your life.

I think there are a lot of us out there. People who didn’t have THE WORST CHILDHOOD EVER, people who had it ‘pretty good’ but nevertheless find themselves regularly crying in their cubicles at work. We’ve achieved the outward markers of a happy, lucky life, but underneath it all, we’re terrible at truly living. We walk around with overwhelming anxiety and emotional pain, and then we feel guilt and shame because ‘I didn’t have it that bad--I should be fine!’ My answer to you is NO. You do not have to be fine. If you went through some shit, even if it was ‘minor’ and it’s affecting your life, then you deserve to deal with that shit. Period.

I thought the tribes around here were friendly,” she said, her eyes widening as she looked up at Caleb. His broad shoulders moved in a shrug. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about the red man, it’s that he’s unpredictable.” Lily bit her lower lip, thinking of all the nights ahead, when she would be alone on her little farm with no one to protect her. Caleb favored her with an indulgent smile. “You don’t need to worry, Lily. You’re safe as long as you don’t go wandering off into the countryside by yourself.” The reassurance didn’t help. How on earth could she run a homestead single-handedly and not be alone? “I’ll just have to buy a rifle and practice my shooting,” she reflected aloud. Even though they hadn’t quite reached the valley, Caleb stopped the rig again. “What did you say?” he asked. Lily sighed. “I want to practice shooting. I used to hunt grouse with Rupert, and—” Caleb was staring at her as though she’d just said she planned to ride to the stars on a moonbeam. “A lady’s got no business fooling with a weapon,” he interrupted. Lily sat up very straight. “You’re certainly entitled to your opinion, Major Halliday,” she said primly, “however antiquated and stupid it might be.” Caleb started the rig rolling again with a lurch, slapping the reins down on the horse’s back. “What would you want with a gun?” he asked after a few moments had passed. Although Lily knew her answer would start more trouble, she could no longer hold it back. “I’ll need it for hunting, of course—and to protect myself, should the need arise. I mean to farm for a living, you see.” “By yourself?” There was a note of marvel in Caleb’s voice. “By myself,” Lily confirmed as the horse and buggy topped a grassy knoll.

The sooner you can get comfortable with the ambiguity of two things being true at the same time, the sooner you will enjoy all parts of your life, even the not-so-great ones, because you know that’s not the whole story. Your whole story is so much richer than any one trauma or obstacle. With practice, you can learn to acknowledge and care for the “not-so-great” while also holding up what is absolutely stellar.

Did I really want to spend fifteen dollars over the course of the week on matcha lattes? FUCK YES, I DID! They make this shitty assignment at work tolerable.

No matter what you are busy with, whether it be your job, your dating life, or taking care of children or aging parents, I think we all suffer from this societal pressure to always be occupied. “Busy” is worn as a badge of honor these days; the busier we are, the more important we feel. But busy doesn’t mean important. Busy just means you are preoccupied. And often it means you’re distracted. It doesn’t mean you are esteemed, fun, smart, worthy, valued, loved, appreciated, excited, or happy. Busy likely means you are not paying attention to the current moment but instead are hustling around in a fog of things you “have” to do. Busy isn’t special. We are all busy. So why label yourself something so common? You’re better than that.

I have a rule about jewelry: Its beauty alone can transcend any bad memories of the giver.

THE SECOND I feel a hurt, I take a loving action and I think, This apple is for you; this bath is to warm you; you are eating this delicious sushi because you deserve it. It’s intentional AF.

When Life Hands You a Lemon, Stick a Pen in It and Turn It into a Bong Nah, Don't Self-Medicate

I mean, yeah, it’s a little cheesy, but wouldn’t you rather be a little cheesy than crying and not sleeping and just feeling like shit all of the time?

I just bought a neon-pink and mesh bra that basically is one giant bow. My breasts spill out of it like a present. To be clear, I’m not dating anyone right now. The delight is purely for me.

Ми не виправдовуємо те, що йде на користь здоров'ю

я не маю енергії на війну сама із собою. зазвичай мені заледве вистачає сил, щоб запустити прання.

Для початку ти також можеш спробувати приклеїти позитивні афірмації до дверей. «Я дозволяю собі дбати про себе>>, <<Я талановита>>, <<Я варта любові», «Я блискуча і продуктивна>>, <<Я впевнена в собі, сповнена ентузіазму і нестримна», саме ці мені допомогли. Повторюй ці афірмації щоразу, коли твій погляд падає на двері. Повторюй ці афірмації щоразу, коли борешся із внутрішньою Неподругою

Ти перестанеш змагатися за увагу людей, які, по правді сказати, не варті твого часу. Ти почнеш цінувати тих, хто вже є поруч із тобою і підтримують тебе.

Заробляти більше грошей - це не причина витрачати більше.

чини сама собі добро принаймі раз на день

Стати сильнішими нам допомагає саме задоволення від життя, розкіш дрібних деталей дня, а не самобичування.

жінка повинна мати гроші і власну кімнату, де б її ніхто не міг ні відволікти, ні осудити

ТИ НІКОЛИ НЕ ЗАЗНАВАЛА ЕКСТАЗУ ВІД МОМЕНТАЛЬНОЇ ЛІКВІДАЦІЇ ЦІЛОЇ ПІЦИ, СОФІ?! ТА ТИ НЕ ЖИЛА, СОФI!

Це виснажливо, а насправді - ще й неможливо: контролювати, що думають про тебе iншi

престижний виш зовсім не гарантує емоційної зрілості

часом ми всі загрузаємо в деструктивні сценарії відповідно до власних уявлень про те, на що заслуговуємо в стосунках.

Бути відвертою з собою складно. Часто те, як ти ставишся до себе, є взірцем, за яким iншi формують ставлення до тебе. Якщо ти не робиш для себе приємних дрібничок, чому це робитиме хтось інший? Почни демонструвати свiтовi, на яке ставлення ти заслуговуєш вже зараз.

Нема нічого гіршого, ніж відчувати самотність в інтимній близькості з кимось. Це особливий Рiзновид відчаю, почуватися ляльками з пап'є-маше, що байдуже соваються помешканням, грають у сім'ю, вдають закоханість, а насправді є лише прозорими підробками справжніх стосунків

ПЕРЕБІРЛИВОЮ БУТИ НОРМАЛЬНО. Якщо нормально бути веганами, харчуватися за палеодієтою чи пити винятково воду з соком алое, то ти вже точно, курва, можеш обирати, з ким зустрічатися

Люди дають тобі найкраще, що можуть. Часом це «найкраще» аж ТХНЕ

Думаю, багато хто збуває своє життя, так ніколи і не поживши. Грають ролi, які їм роздали ще в дитинстві, не замислюючись, чи взагалі хочуть бути такими. Вони звикають навіть до зовсім некомфортних обставин

I am lucky to deal with this issue now instead of letting it fester. The shimmering, platinum lining is:

I think we all suffer from the societal pressure to always be occupied. Busy is worn as a badge of honor these days, the busier we are, the more important we feel. But busy doesn't mean important, busy just means you are preoccupied and often means you are distracted. It doesn't mean you are esteemed, fun, smart, worthy, valued, loved, appreciated, excited, or happy. Busy means you are not paying attention to the current moment, but instead are hustling around in a fog of things you have to do. Busy isn't special, we are all busy.

What I have learned is that you're stronger when you give yourself incredible kindness. There is no better time to do this than in the morning.

My surefire, crowd pleasing, thank you card recipe. 1) Select a card that is very you. My cards are floral and bright, most commonly with gold envelopes and I seal each with a glitter heart sticker or a piece of sparkly washi tape. If you see great cards in a store, buy them on the spot it's OK to hoard thank you cards. 2) Begin with your salutation, for example: to my dearest Isabel. 3) Next, write about something you enjoy about the person or about an experience you had together that you were thankful for. You want something that is specific to the receiver and could in no way be mistaken for a stock phrase. “I had such a fantastic time with you at dinner. It's always a treat to laugh with you, and get your opinions on writing, politics, and what kind of handbag I should consider.” But don't say thank you yet, we're getting to that. This third step is all about recreating and memorializing a special moment you shared. 4) Now we are at the actual thanks part. Find something to directly thank your subject for. “Thank you for making it to Soho five months pregnant. Five months, I can't believe it!” “I appreciate that you came out to see me even though your ankles were killing you.” Or, if you are thanking someone for something tangible, a gift let's say, “Thank you for the gorgeous floral notebooks. You know how much I love writing, and notebooks, and florals. You basically nailed it.“ 5) Now tell her how you really feel. Be vulnerable. “You are a part of my heart and every time I see you I feel immediately at peace and ease. There's something about you that makes me feel safe.” 6) Now let's lighten it up shall we? “I look forward to all of the swanky nights we'll be having forever because you are a forever friend. #bust #sorrynotsorry #whydopeopleusehashtags #theyarenotlanguage 7) Sign it like you mean it. “All of my love, T Money. Use this template to get started and just get started now. I once worried that I was writing too many thank you cards and that people would be annoyed with me. Let me tell you this. No one has ever complained about getting too many thank you notes from someone if the sentiment is authentic. I now keep blank cards with me wherever I go, much like one might keep emergency Xanax. You never know when you're going to need the sweet relief of gratitude.

Finding a physical balm to soothe an emotional sting is one of the healthiest most resilience building practices you can bring into your life. Every single time you meet hurt with loving action you train your body and your mind to think more highly of yourself.

Try doing one nice thing for yourself every day and prepare to be taken aback when one month from now you try again to think of 10 things you like about yourself and find that it's a breeze.

I keep a list of things that I relish on my desk at home so I am never at a loss for what to do when I'm feeling a little hurt.

In the morning write down something nice that you will do for yourself and then think about it all day. Make time at the end of your day to do it. It's lovely to spend the whole day looking forward to the nice thing you are going to give yourself.

You can't control how the outside world treats you but you can and must decide how you treat yourself.

When you do one nice thing for yourself every single day, then you are guaranteed to treasure at least one part of your day.

That which you do not deal with deals with you. Always.

You can be stricken with grief that you never had the relationship with your mom you deserved and you can appreciate that it pushed you to find other mentors who opened up your world.

I feel compelled to see my friend family as often as possible. Maintaining and prioritizing my friendships are where I derive my self-esteem from, after all!

Thank you, Thomas, Chris, and Matt, for screaming at me. It took three of you, but I learned something key for all future relationships: I never deserve to be screamed at. Never ever ever. It doesn’t matter if I’m flagrantly in the wrong; it doesn’t matter how passionate or upset anyone is. Screaming is not an option, and I will no longer accept that behavior.

I’m asking you to build a little distance from the way people mistreat you and how you internalize it. I’m asking for you to develop a little perspective.

It’s exhausting—and, it turns out, impossible—to try to manage other people’s judgments. A hustle I couldn’t maintain.

I’ve chosen to stop insulting myself. The simple reason is that nothing good comes from it. You are not more successful when you allow your fault-finding, vindictive inner bitch out to play. Instead, you are insecure, doubtful, and questioning your own worth. You feel wobbly and you accomplish less.

I think there are a lot of us out there. People who didn’t have THE WORST CHILDHOODS EVER, people who had it “pretty good” but nevertheless find themselves regularly crying in their cubicles at work. We’ve achieved the outward markers of a happy, lucky life, but underneath it all, we’re terrible at truly living. We walk around with overwhelming anxiety and emotional pain, and then we feel guilt and shame because “I didn’t have it that bad—I should be fine!” My answer to you is No. You do not have to be fine. If you went through some shit, even if it was “minor,” and it’s affecting your life, then you deserve to deal with that shit. Period.

French families were super fucked-up. I might even be normal in Paris!

We would find the little sore spots in our relationship and intentionally give them thought and care.

Your bonds are what give your life meaning. Your relationships give you strength.” - Tara Schuster

Я можу і буду насолоджуватися життям, навіть якщо воно складне.

Не без того, що болісні ситуації існують, але вони ніколи не бувають однозначні. Можливо, тебе розриває навпіл через розлучення батьків, але ти можеш бути вдячна, що це тебе навчило, наприклад, прагнути життя, сповненого радості і стабільності. Можеш носити траур, що в тебе ніколи не було добрих стосунків із мамою, але можеш цінувати той факт, що це підштовхнуло тебе шукати інших менторів, які відкрили для тебе світ. Можеш НЕНАВИДІТИ свою роботу, ненавидіти на неї ходити, але можеш шаленіти від радості, що записалася на уроки співу і тому почуваєшся живою. Що швидше ти звикнеш до того, що на будь-яку ситуація є два правдиві погляди, то раніше почнеш діставати задоволення з не надто вдалих сфер життя, бо матимеш цілісну картину. Твоя історія значно багатша за будь-яку травму чи перешкоду. З практикою ти навчишся розпізнавати і підсилювати себе за «не найкращих часів», а також триматися за свій зоряний час. Ти можеш пірнути глибоко на дно океану своєї душі, знайти там незнані досі проблеми, підняти їх на поверхню, підставити під життєдайне сонячне проміння й промовити: «Егей! Так! Я усвідомлюю все, через що пройшла. Бачу це чітко, як білий день, і не боюся прийняти впливу цього досвіду на моє життя. Тепер я cідаю на яхту турботи про себе, вдягаю модні сонцезахисні окуляри, які спеціально берегла для такої оказії, бо схожа в них на кінозірку, і смакую своє життя». Бо якщо не смакуватимеш, то дозволиш, щоб тебе визначали кризи, які не залишають місця для навколишньої радості. А я надто добре тебе знаю, щоб думати, що ти таке допустиш. Ти не здасися так просто і не дозволиш, щоб твоє життя, життя, яке ти МАЄШ ПРАВО любити, пройшло повз тебе.

Переїзд – це хороший спосіб позбутися зайвого багажу чи струсити з себе те, що колись було твоєю дійсністю, і вирішити, що буде твоєю дійсністю тепер. Це найкращий спосіб виробити нові корисні звички.

Що ти добріша до себе, то сильніша.

Серед мотлоху нема місця для магії.

Сприймати себе всерйоз.

Сприймати себе всерйоз.Я ставлюся до себе з такою самою повагою, як ставлюся до гостей. Якщо ти така сама, то дбатимеш про гостя стократ краще, ніж про себе саму. Як це неправильно звучить, правда? Як дивно так сильно турбуватися про когось, але відмовляти самій собі у базовій гостинності чистого простору?

Проживи цей тиждень так, ніби ти всім подобаєшся. Заходячи в кімнату, скажи собі подумки: «Усі мене цінують». Озиваючись до незнайомого чоловіка, думай: «Він бажає мені добра». Спробуй це навіть на тих, кому, на твою думку, не подобаєшся. Заведи балачку з колегою, яка нібито не в захваті від тебе, і скажи собі: «Я подобаюся цій людині, хоч би що неприязне вона сказала чи вчинила, це відбиватиме ЇЇ внутрішній стан і не стосуватиметься мене. Можливо, їй тривожно. Можливо, вона сама собі не подобається? Хай у неї все складеться добре». Спостерігати, як це змінює тих, хто тебе раніше дратував – ще одна чудова розвага.

Напевно, є проблеми, яких би не розв’язала гаряча ванна, але я таких знаю небагато.