Flo

Someone I knew died in Iraq this week. He was only 20 years old. I’m overwhelmed with thoughts of how little of life he had seen, the pain and anguish of his family and friends. 

Alun Howells was doing something he felt was important.  Whether or not I agree with the President and the choices being made in and about this war, Alun was one of thousands of people currently serving the US  in Iraq.  I hate the war, what is represents and all things associated with it.  However, I support the troops and the human beings inside the uniforms.  

Peace to the family of Alun Howells.

My writing.  It has slowed down to the rate of a pesky drip from the bathroom faucet.  The idea of writing rolls around in my head.  Even daily.  Sometimes I use my journal, filling it with pages and pages that really aren’t worth typing here.  Occasionally, I wander back to the Blog.  I will improve soon.  I promise.

“I will improve soon.”  ”I should be writing.”  “Do one thing at a time.”  “Just stop, Flo.”  “Go back to what you were doing.” “Good job.”  Self talk.  It’s a constant in my head. I do recognize what I say and I do recognize when it borders on something so negative that I cringe and my toes curl (I did not include those words!)

Changing self talk takes practice.  It requires the ability to hear what you say to yourself, recognize when it’s harmful and determine what you can say instead.  It’s like becoming your own personal cheerleader.  Try the process.  Listen to yourself.  When you say mean or hurtful things, just stop.  Look at what can you say instead.  It’s amazing to see how kind we can be to others but when we’re dealing with ourselves, we somehow struggle and find it impossible to notice any good at all.  

We all have many more positives than negatives inside us. 

Namaste’