I set the table with pretty dishes (I own many sets, although most are from Target.)
At my consultant job, I work in a cubicle. But it’s fully decorated, and I like to think it’s rather chic (cubicle chic).
I selected this WordPress blog theme because I thought it was pretty.
I plan my outfits the night before, down to every last piece of jewelry.
Pretty things make me happy.
So what’s the problem with pretty?
Life isn’t alway pretty. Things don’t match. There are chips, cracks. Things break.
When I’ve done my meditation practice this week, I’ve struggled. I’ve resisted. I’ve cried. My mind has been very messy.
I wanted this self-compassion project to be neater. I wanted it to fit into sections. So far, (gosh, it’s not even been two weeks and I’m already whining) it’s not going that way.
I guess a big part of this self-compassion project is going to be learning to accept that life is messy. Pretty darn messy.