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I think that I have a sensitivity toward people, and that is a strength. Joe Torre
Family get-togethers are fun. I feel blessed we don’t end up in fights, crying, and hurt feelings with no further communication. We have had these, which family hasn’t? We need to accept our families how they are, quirks, foibles, talents, and achievements. Christmas and holidays can be times of unmet expectations. This will be the year… Why do we put expectations on things? Why can’t we just enjoy a simple dinner, a glass of wine, a joke, a laugh, a funny story about their lives, our lives, and our childhood?
We aren’t perfect, we’ve never been perfect but we are still loved and accepted. We have to be able to accept ourselves with our imperfections. Sometimes accepting ourselves when we missed the mark is the hardest.
Sometimes we forgive ourselves, but others can’t forgive us. We get sensitive to everything they say. We have to be careful not to hear blame and disappointment every time they speak.
We start to second guess why they don’t think they can do something we were looking forward to. Are they trying to get back at us? Are they really too busy?
We become overly sensitive at our peril. If we can try to always find a reason why someone else is acting how they are without putting it on our self we are better off. The crazy driver is going through something we don’t understand, but that’s on them, not on us. Everyone is responsible for their own mood including us. Sometimes we can’t help it, we are overwhelmed by what we feel, and we pollute everyone’s space we come in contact with. If they can know it’s us and not them we are all better off.
Wallow too much in sensitivity and you can’t deal with life or the truth. Neal Boortz
It’s not all about you, my husband says. I’m trying to remember that as I go through life. Other people’s problems, the driver’s problems, and the cashier’s problems are not my problems.
We need to control our nagging inner critic. The critic that pops up when we hear how well others are doing and start comparing the worst of ourselves to the best of someone else. We have our gifts, but they pale in the light of someone else’s achievements. We need to treat ourselves with love and compassion, we are doing the best we can, or we are trying to figure out how to do the best we can. We are a work in progress. Sometimes that work is on the iceberg level, not the apparent level. It is still growth, it is still progress.
We need to take care of ourselves in fundamental ways so we can take care of others and be kind, caring, encouraging, loving, empathetic, compassionate.
We need to give up trying to control everything. We need to let the process of life unfold and live in joy, creativity, finding our passion and purpose, and letting others do the same.
We can focus on the positive while being realistic about life can’t we?
Anybody who wears their feelings on their sleeve and has a harder, crusty shell – like I do – is definitely protecting an inner sensitivity. Fred Durst