Food For Your Soul
Our self-perception determines our behavior. If we think we’re small, limited, inadequate creatures, then we tend to behave that way, and the energy we radiate reflects those thoughts no matter what we do. If we think we’re magnificent creatures with an infinite abundance of love and power to give, then we tend to behave that way.
Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”
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So you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. You chose the wrong major and had to start over again. You cherished a friend who backstabbed you. It sucks, but it’s also going to work out. That’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. You experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.
Sunflorally
Illustration by St-Pam
When something bad happens you have three choices: You can let it define you, you can let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.
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I sometimes feel like my head is a computer with too many windows open. Too much clutter on the desktop. There is a metaphorical spinning rainbow wheel inside me. Disabling me. And if only I could find a way to switch off some of the frames, if only I could drag some of the clutter into the trash, then I would be fine. But which frame would I choose, when they all seem so essential? How can I stop my mind being overloaded when the world is overloaded? We can think about anything. And so it makes sense that we end up thinking about everything. We might have to, sometimes, be brave enough to switch the screens off in order to switch ourselves back on. To disconnect in order to reconnect.
Matt Haig, Notes on a Nervous Planet
Illustration by Celia Jacobs
She was never quite ready but she was brave, and the Universe listens to brave.
Rebecca Ray
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Here is how I spend my days now. I live in a beautiful place. I sleep in a beautiful bed. I eat beautiful food. I go for walks through beautiful places. I care for people deeply. At night my bed is full of love, because I alone am in it. I cry easily, from pain and pleasure, and I don’t apologize for that. In the mornings I step outside and I’m thankful for another day. It took me many years to arrive at such a life.
Ottessa Moshfegh
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