Talking to a friend this week, we remembered how many things we have been through in the past few years. How our lives took a completely different turn since we left school, and we are not where we thought we would be.
Thinking about the past brings good and bad memories, and reminds me of how everything has its time in our lives.
Lots of experiences, and people who seemed to be so relevant, suddenly became memories. Familiar places that don’t exist anymore, people I love who passed away.
Happiness, sorrows, wins, and disappointments, almost everything ended at some point.
What we tell ourselves is as important as our actions. Everything is energy, and we craft our lives with the thoughts we have. Our opinions are the food to our soul.
My kindergarten teachers and my parents taught me to be generous to my friends, use the golden rule with everyone, and play nice in the sandbox. I am still trying my best to apply this practice in my daily routine consistently.
I know I am supposed to be kind to others, but am I being generous to myself?
Life keeps molding me as time goes by. My personality and priorities have been different since my lupus diagnose.
While so many changes have happened, my core values remain the same. Deep inside, my childhood key learnings remain intact, even though I am not a young girl anymore.
As I face new challenges, I look for the tools inside me that have helped me overcome all the problems I have had in the past. I have fallen so many times that, hopefully, I am avoiding the same mistakes.